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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 


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THE 


Hymns  and  Songs  of  Praise, 

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HYMNS 


AND 


ongs   of   Praise 


FOR 


PUBLIC  AND    SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 


EDITED     BY 

ROSN'ELL    D.    HITCHCOCK,    ZACHARY    EDDY, 
PHILIP    SCHAFF. 


NEW    YORK: 
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PREFACE. 


This  Book  is  much  larger  than  was  at  first  contemplated.  The 
Editors  began  their  work  together,  now  nearly  four  years  ago,  with 
the  idea  that  six  hundred  Hymns,  or,  at  most,  eight  hundred,  are 
quite  enough.  Such  a  Selection  we  might  have  made  for  ourselves ; 
and  it  might,  perhaps,  have  suited  some  congregations.  But  we 
soon  came  to  the  conclusion  that  if  many  people  are  to  be  pleased, 
there  must  be  many  Hymns  :  a  Collection,  and  not  a  Selection. 

Fastidious  critics  may  say  that  there  are  not  more  than  two  or 
three  hundred  really  good  Hymns  in  the  language.  And,  to  be 
sure,  there  are  not  many  such  Hymns  as  "  When  I  survey  the 
wondrous  cross,"  "  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,"  "  Jesus, 
Lover  of  my  soul,"  and  "  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me."  But 
the  number  of  Hymns  that  have  long  done  good  service,  and  will 
long  continue  to  do  it,  is  very  much  greater  than  many  people 
suppose.  And  then  new  Hymns,  which  will  certainly  live,  such  as 
"  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee,"  "  Lead,  kindly  light,"  "  Just  as  I  am," 
and  "  Abide  with  me,"  are  constantly  appearing.  Even  the  two  or 
three  hundred  classic  Hymns,  which  form  the  staple  of  our  weekly 
use,  will  serve  us  all  the  better  for  not  being  made  to  serve  alone. 

Of  the  fourteen  hundred  Hymns  here  brought  together,  few, 
we  think,  could  have  been  omitted  without  spiritual  loss.  Not  all  of 
them  are  designed  for  Public  and  Social  Worship.  Indeed,  a  con- 
siderable number  are  expressly  set  apart  for  Family  Worship.  And 
some,  which  need  not  be  sung  at  all,  are  designed  especially  for 
closet  use.  Now  and  then  a  familiar  Hymn  may  still  be  missed  : 
omitted,  perhaps,  inadvertently  ;  or  because  it  could  not  be  matched 
with  appropriate  music  without  making  up  an  additional  page  ;  or 
because  of  its  commonplace,  prosaic  character  ;  or  because  of  some 
doctrinal  error  or  infelicity.  But  in  all  such  cases  the  omitted 
Hymns,  it  is  believed,  will  be  found  to  have  been  replaced  by  better 
ones  of  the  same  general  scope. 

Our  aim  has  been  to  make  a  truly  catholic  Book.  All  ages,  all 
nations,  all  communions,  and  all  types  and'  stages  of  Christian 
experience  are  here  represented.  The  older  objective  Hymnology, 
and  the  later  subjective,  are  admitted  to  equal  fellowship.  Saints 
who  had  little  to  do  with  one  another  in  their  life-time,  but  now 
singing  together  in  Heaven,  are  together  here.  Of  all  this  goodly 
company,  Watts  still  sits  highest,  and  Charles  Wesley  next. 

In  addition  to  the  old  standard  Hymns,  which  must  go  into  every 
Book,  many  fine,  fresh,  new  Hymns  will  be  found  in  this  Collection, 
some  of  which  have  been  written  expressly  for  it.      Wc  are  under* 


PREFACE. 

special  obligations  to  Dr.  Ray  Palmer,  the  Rev.  Hervey  D.  Gaxse, 
Dr.  Alexander  R.  Thompson,  Dr.  Edward  Hopper,  the  Rev. 
Arthur  T.  Pierson,  and  Miss  Margaret  E.  Winslow. 

While  our  Book  has  been  carefully  wrought  in  every  part,  special 
pains  have  been  taken  with  the  Hymns  pertaining  to  Christ  and  the 
Christian  life.  That  type  of  theology  which  makes  the  Person  of 
Christ  central,  is  here  brought  out  in  song.  And  while  our  first  care 
has  been  to  provide  for  constant  and  common  daily  and  weekly  wants, 
liberal  provision  has  also  been  made  for  special  occasions,  and  par- 
ticularly for  seasons  of  special  religious  interest. 

The  average  length  of  Hymns  in  this  Collection  is  somewhat 
greater  than  usual.  Many  chipped  and  fractured  gems  have  thus 
been  restored  to  their  original  integrity  and  beauty.  We  have  seldom 
shortened  a  Hymn  for  merelv  mechanical  reasons.  With  the  quicker 
movement  now  generallv  practised  in  singing,  six  stanzas  take  no 
more  time  than  used  to  be  required  for  four.  Bv  making  each  Tune 
carry  the  first  stanza  of  a  Hymn,  room  has  been  found  for  many 
single  stanzas  which  had  better  not  be  dropped,  as  well  as  for  many 
additiqnal  Hymns  which  must  otherwise  have  been  excluded. 

Immense  labor,  which,  if  foreseen,  might  have  been  thought 
impracticable,  has  been  expended  upon  the  text.  In  every  possible 
instance  resort  has  been  had  to  original  sources  ol  information. 
Standard  editions  of  Authors,  instead  of  Hymn  Books,  have  been 
employed :  as,  in  the  case  of  Watts,  a  London  edition  of  all  his 
Writings  ;  and,  in  the  case  of  the  Wesleys,  the  exhaustive  thirteen 
volume  edition  of  their  Poetical  Works,  recently  completed.  The 
Hymnological  Library  selected  for  the  Union  Theological  Seminary 
by  Mr.  Daniel  Sedgwick  of  London,  has  been  of  great  service  to  us. 
Special  acknowledgments  are  due  also  to  the  Rev.  Frederic  M.  Bird, 
of  the  Episcopal  diocese  of  New  Jersey,  whose  large  library,  and 
larger  stores  of  Hymnological  information,  have  been  generously  laid 
open  to  us. 

With  respect  to  the  restoration  of  Hymns  to  their  original  forms, 
a  middle  course  has  been  pursued.  Innumerable  alterations,  of  one 
sort  or  another,  have  long  been  current.  And  most  of  these  altera- 
tions are  for  the  worse.  In  all  such  cases  restoration  was  felt  to  be 
simply  a  duty.  But  now  and  then  a  Hvmn  has  been  altered  for  the 
better,  and  the  alteration  has  been  deliberately  and  almost  universally 
accepted.  In  such  cases  restoration  was  not  to  be  thought  of.  But,1 
of  course,  the  alteration  ought  always  to  be  acknowledged. 

A  word  or  two  in  explanation  of  the  editing.  The  Authors  name,' 
if  known,  is  always  given  in  connection  with  the  Hymn.  This 
saves  turning  to  an  Index  ;  and  is  quite  as  proper  as  naming  the 
text  of  the  sermon  by  Book,  Chapter,  and  Verse,  instead  of  quoting 
it  merely  as  Scripture.  At  each  opening  of  our  Book,  the  dates  or 
birth  and  death,  if  known,  are  given  in  brackets,  where  the  Author's 
name  occurs  for  the  first  time,  or  occurs  but  once.     If  it  occurs  again 


PREFACE. 

at  the  same  opening,  only  the  date  of  the  Hymn  is  given.  If  the 
Hymn  has  two  dates,  as  in  the  case  of  Montgomery's  "  Songs  of  praise 
the  angels  sang,"  Hymn  68  [1819,  1853],  it  indicates  a  revision  of  the 
Hvmn  by  the  Author  himself.  Abridgments  are  also  indicated,  as 
well  as  alterations  ;  so  that  it  may  in  every  case  be  known  whether 
or  not  we  are  singing  a  favorite  Hymn  entirely  and  exactly  as  the 
Author  wrote  it. 

The  musical  editing  has  been  done  by  John  K.  Paine,  Professor 
of  Music  in  Harvard  University,  and  U.  C.  Burnap,  Organist  of  the 
Church  on  the  Heights  in  Brooklyn,  assisted  by  James  Flint, 
Organist  in  Orange,  New  Jersev.  The  work  thev  have  done  must 
speak  for  itself.  As  the  aim  has  been  to  encourage  congregational 
singing,  most  of  the  Tunes  are  familiar  and  easv.  But  some  of  the 
best  Tunes  in  the  Book  are  new,  and  must,  of  course,  be  learned  and 
practised  before  they  will  be  available  for  congregational  use.  A  few 
pieces,  like  Dies  Irae,  p.  502,  Tempest,  p.  427,  and  some  others,  which 
musicians  will  easily  recognize,  are  not  meant  to  be  sung  by  congre- 
gations, but  by  well-trained  choirs  on  special  occasions. 

Roswell  D.  Hitchcock, 
Zachary  Eddy, 
New  York,  March  20,  1874.  PHILIP  ScHAFF. 


Suggestions   to   Ministers   and   Directors   of  Church   Music. 

1.  Do  not  expect  anv  congregation  to  sing  a  new  Tune  at  sight. 

2.  New  Tunes  demand  either  congregational  rehearsals,  or  a  well- 
trained  Choir. 

3.  In  the  selection  of  Hvmns  to  be  sung  by  the  congregation,  be 
careful  to  select  such  Hvmns  as  have  familiar  Tunes  set  to  them. 
It  is  safe  to  assume  that  every  American  congregation  is  more  or  less 
familiar  with  the  following  Tunes  : 

T^.  31. — Old    Hundred,       Hebron.      Hamburg,     Ward,     Windham,      Wells,       Duke   Street, 
Uxbridge,     Park  Street  (?)     Retreat,     Rockingham,     Woodworth. 

C=  31. — Arlington,     Avon,     Balerma,    Christmas,     Coronation,    Cowper,     Dedham,     Dundee. 
Downs,    Heber,    Maitland,    Mear,    Marlow,    Naomi,    Ortonville,    St.  Anns,    St.  Martins,    Stephens. 

C.  P.  31.— Meribah,     Ganges,     Ariel  (?) 

S.  31.  — Boylston,    Dermis,    Laban,    Olmutz,    Silver  Street,   St.  Thomas,  Lebanon,   Watchman. 

7. — Pleyel's  Hymn,     Nuremberg,     Hendon,     Horton  (?)      Benevento,     Martyn. 

7,  6. — Amsterdam,     Missionary  Hymn,     Webb. 

8.  7,  4. — Sicily,     Greenville. 

8,  7.— Nettleton,     Bartimeus,     Stockwell,     Wilmot. 

L.  P.  31.— Dalston. 

6S  4. — America,     Olivet,     Bethany,     Italian  Hymn,     Portuguese  Hymn,     Lyons. 


THE  TEN  COMMANDMENTS. 

Exodus  x.\.   1-17. 

God  spake  all  these  words,  saying: 

I  am  the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought  thee  out  of  the  land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the 
house  of  bondage. 

I.  Thou  shalt  have  no  other  Gods  before  Me. 

II.  Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image,  or  any  likeness  of  any  thing  that 
is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the  water  under  the  earth : 
thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them. 

For  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  lathers  upon  the- 
children  unto  the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate  Me;  and  shewing  mer;y 
unto  thousands  of  them  that  love  Me,  and  keep  My  commandments. 

III.  Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the  Lord  thy  God  in  vain. 

For  the  Lord  will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  His  name  in  vain. 

IV.  Remember  the  sabbath  day,  to  keep  it  holy.  Six  days  shalt  thou  labor,  and  io 
all  thy  work,  but  the  seventh  day  is  the  sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God:  in  it  thou  shalt 
not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter,  thy  man-servant,  nor  thy  maid- 
servant, nor  thy  cattle,  nor  thy  stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates. 

For  in  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all  that  in  them  is,  and 
rested  the  seventh  day:  wherefore  the  Lord  blessed  the  sabbath  day,  and  hallowed  it. 

V.  Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother:  that  thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the  land  which 
the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

VI.  Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII.  Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

VIII.  Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX.  Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neighbor. 

X.  Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's 
wife,  nor  his  man-servant,  nor  his  maid-servant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  ::cr  any  thing 
that  is  thy  neighbors. 

THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 

Matthew  vi.  9-13. 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven  : 

Hallowed  be  Thy  name.  Thy  kingdom  come.  Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in 
heaven.  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread.  And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  we  forgive  our 
debtors.      And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  us  from  evil. 

For  Thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  forever.     Amen. 

THE  APOSTLES'  CREED. 

I  believe  in  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  heaven  and  earth: 

And  in  Jesus  Christ  His  only  Son  our  Lord;  who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost; 

born  of  the  Virgin  Mary;  suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate;  was  crucified,  dead,  and  buried; 

He  descended  into  hell;  the  third  day  He  rose  again  from  the  dead;   He  ascended  into 

heaven;  and  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father  Almighty;  from  thence  He  shall 

come  to  judge  the  quick  and  the  dead. 

I  believe  in  the  HOLY  GHOST;  the  holy  Catholic  Church  ;  the  Communion  of  Saints;  the 

Forgiveness  of  sins ;   the  Resurrection  of  the  body  ;  and  the  Life  everlasting.     Amen. 


F 


O  N  T  E  N  TS. 


Hymns.  Pages. 

Preface 3-5 

Commandments,  Prayer,  and  Creed 6 

God 1-144 7-43 

Christ H5~33% 44~9^ 

The  Holy  Spirit 339-385   97-109 

The  Scriptures 386-407 109-114 

Free   Salvation 408-450 1 14-124 

The  Christian  Life 451-826 125-222 

The  Church 827-842 223-227 

The  Christian  Ministry 843-860 227-231 

Baptism 861-871 231-233 

Confession  of  Faith 872-880 234-235 

The  Lord's  Supper 881-910 236-242 

The  Communion  of  Saints 911-930 242-247 

The  Lord's  Day  and  Worship 931-1031 248-271 

Dedicating   Places  of  Worship 1032-1037 272,  273 

Christian  Work 1038-1057 273-277 

Thy  Kingdom  Come 1 0515-1  141 278-297 

For  Those  at  Sea  . .' 1 142-1 148 297-299 

Festivals  and  Fasts 1149-1167 299-304 

Family  Worship 1 168-1249 304-324 

Times  and  Seasons 1250-1263 324-327 

Life  and  Death 1264-1336 328-346 

Judgment  and  Eternity 1337-1364 347-353 

Heaven 1365-1416 353~368 

doxologies 369,  370 

Chants 37 1-381 

Index  of  Scripture  Texts 383-384 

Index  of  Subjects 385-395 

Index  of  First  Lines 396-410 

Index  of  First  Lines  of  Chants 410 

Index  of  Authors  of  Hymns 41 1-414 


OPENING    CHANT, 


The  Lord's  Prayer 
Matt.  vL  9 — 13. 


OUR  Father,  who  |  art  in  |  heaven,  ||  Hallowed  |  be  —  |  Thy  —  |  name. 

Thy  I  kingdom  |  come.  ||  Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  |  as  it  J  is  in  ]  heaven. 

Give  us  this  day  our  |  daily  |  bread.  ||  And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  |  we  for-  ]  give  our  I 
debtors. 

And  lead  us  not  |  into" 'temp-  |  tation,  []   But  de-  |  liver  |  us  from  |  evil: 

For  Thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  |  power, --and  the  |  glory,  ||  For-  |  ever.  |- A  —  j 

men. 


ymns  and  Songs  of  Praise, 


GOD. 


'Praise  Him,  all  ye  pecp^." 
Ps.  cxvii.  i.     Rom.  xv.  n. 


P.  M. 


i  Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord, 
Sing  out  with  exultation ; 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation; 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  His  name; 
For  He  is  God  alone 
Who  hath  His  mercy  shewn; 
Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him. 

2  When  in  distress  to  Him  we  cried, 

He  heard  our  sad  complaining; 

0  trust  in  Him,  whate'er  betide, 
His  love  is  all-sustaining; 

Triumphant  songs  of  praise 
To  Him  our  hearts  shall  raise; 
Now  every  voice  shall  say, 
"O  praise  our  God  alway;" 
Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him. 

3  Rejoice  to  day  with  one  accord, 

Sing  out  with  exultation  : 
Rejoice  and  praise  our  mighty  Lord, 
Whose  arm  hath  brought  salvation; 
His  works  of  love  proclaim 
The  greatness  of  His  name ; 
For  He  is  God  alone 
Who  hath  His  mercy  shewn; 
Let  all  His  saints  adore  Him. 

e  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1S21 — )  1861. 

2  The  Trinity  invoked.  6,  4- 

1  Come,  Thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise: 


Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise; 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall  • 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stayed; 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend: 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  Word  success; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence  evermore. 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708—  17SS.)   1757. 


0  "Let  there  It  light"  6,  4. 

0  Gen.  i.  3.     2  Cor. -iv.  6. 

1  THOU,  whose  almighty  Word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  Gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light." 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
O,  now  to  all  mankind 

"  Let  there  be  light." 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight : 
Move  o'er  the  water's  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

t;Let  there  be  light." 

,4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might; 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 
"  Let  there  be  light." 

Rev.  John  Marriott.   (1780 — 1825.)  1813. 

4"  God praised  for  His  goodness  and Truth."  L.  P.  M. 
Ps.   cxlvi. 

I   I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  Him  while  He  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    {1674 — 174S.)   1719.  ab. 

0  "Te  Deum  Laudamus."  L.  M. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord, 

WTe  praise  Thy  name  with  one  accord ; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  Thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  Thee. 

2  To  Thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high. 
Thee,  Holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  Hosts,  they  ever  sing. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng: 
The  prophets  swell  the  immortal  song; 
The  martyr's  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  Thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee : 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore. 

5  Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  we  humbly  pray, 
To  keep  us  safe  from  sin  this  day : 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  we  trust  in  Thee; 
O  let  us  ne'er  confounded  be. 

Moravian  Collection.    1754.  ah.  and  nit. 
Rev.  Thomas  Cotterill.    (1779 — 1823.)  1810. 


2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 

On  Israel's  God:   He  made  the  sky,  I"  T;"  Trinity  Adored. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ;  i   O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 


6 


His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  the  opprest,  He  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  Hu  promise  vain. 


Bright  in  Thy  deeds  and  in  Thy  name, 
For  ever  be  Thy  name  adored, 
Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim. 


GOD, 


2  O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 
To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 

Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day. 

3  O  Holy  Spirit  from  above, 
In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 

Thou  source  of  ecstacy  and  love, 

Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and  heaven. 

4  O  God  Triune,  to  Thee  we  owe 
Our  every  thought,  our  even'  song; 

And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue. 

Rev.  James  Wallis  Eastbum    (1797 — 1819.)    iSig. 
/  God  with  us,  and  in  us.  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Father,  when  to  Thee, 
Beyond  all  worlds,  by  faith  I  soar, 

Before  Thy  boundless  majesty 
I  stand  in  silence,  and  adore. 

2  But,  Saviour,  Thou  art  by  my  side: 
Thy  voice  I  hear,  Thy  face  I  see, 

Thou  art  my  friend,  my  daily  guide ; 
God  over  all,  yet  God  with  me. 

3  And  Thou,  Great  Spirit,  in  my  heart 
Dost  make  Thy  temple  day  by  day  : 

The  Holy  Ghost  of  God  Thou  art, 
Yet  dwellest  in  this  house  of  clay. 

4  Blest  Trinity,  in  Whom  alone 
All  things  created  move  or  rest, 

High  in  the  heavens  Thou  hast  Thy  throne. 
Thou  hast  Thy  throne  within  my  breast. 

Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge  Ganse.     (1S22 — )    1872. 

Q 

0  The  Trinity  humbly  worshipped.         L.  M. 

1  Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend. 


4  Jehovah, —  Father,  Spirit,  Son, — 
Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

John  Cooper.     1C10. 
,V  Praise _for  Salvation,  L.  M. 

;i   PRAISES  to  Him  whose  love  has  given. 
In  Christ,  His  Son,  the  Life  of  Heaven; 
Who  for  our  darkness  gives  us  light, 

And  turns  to  day  our  deepest  night. 

* 

2  Praises  to  Him,  in  grace  who  came. 
To  bear  our  woe,  and  sin,  and  shame ; 
Who  lived  to  die,  who  died  to  rise, 
The  God-accepted  sacrifice. 

3  Praises  to  Him  the  chain  who  broke, 
Opened  the  prison,  burst  the  yoke, 
Sent  forth  its  captives  glad  and  free, 
Heirs  of  an  endless  liberty. 

4  Praises  to  Him  who  sheds  abroad 
Within  our  hearts  the  love  of  God; 
The  Spirit  of  all  truth  and  peace, 
Fountain  of  joy  and  holiness  ! 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  now 
The  hands  we  lift,  the  knees  we  bow; 
To  Thee,  Jehovah,  thus  we  raise 
The  sinner's  endless  song  of  praise. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )    1S61.  ab.  and  alt 
■'■'"'  "  O  luce  que?  tud  Itttes."  L.  M. 

i   BLEST  Trinitv,  from  mortal  sitrht 
Veiled  in  Thine  own  eternal  Light, 
We  Thee  confess,  in  Thee  believe, 
To  Thee  with  loving  hearts  we  cleave. 

1 2  O  Father,  Thou  most  Holy  One! 
O  God  of  God,  Eternal  Son ! 
O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Love  divine  ! 
To  join  them  Both  is  ever  Thine. 

3  The  Father  is  in  God  the  Son, 
And  with  the  Father  He  is  One : 
In  Both  the  Spirit  doth  abide, 
And  with  them  Both  is  glorified. 

4  Such  as  the  Father,  such  the  Son, 
And  such  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One: 
The  Three  one  perfect  Verity, 
The  Three  one  perfect  Charity. 


10 


GOD. 


5  Eternal  Father,  Thee  we  praise ; 

To  Thee,  O  Son,  our  hymns  we  raise  ; 
O  Holy  Ghost,  we  Thee  adore : 
One  mighty  God  for  evermore. 

Santolius  Maglorianus.    (1624 — 1684.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821 — )    1861 


7.  D. 


■*•■'■  "Tc  Deum'laudanius." 

i   God  eternal,  Lord  of  all. 
Lowly  at  Thy  feet  we  fall, 
All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee; 
We  amidst  the  throng  would  be. 
All  the  holy  angels  cry, 
Hail,  thrice  holy,  God  most  High ! 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

2  Glorified  apostles  raise 

Night  and  day  continual  praise; 
Hast  Thou  not  a  mission  too 
For  Thy  children  here  to  do  ? 
With  Thy  prophets'  goodly  line 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine  ; 
For  Thou  hast  to  babes  revealed 
Things  that  to  the  wise  were  sealed. 

3  Martyrs  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  Thy  cross  are  heard  to  boast; 
Since  so  bright  the  crown  they  wear, 
Early  we  Thy  cross  would  bear. 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb; 
Slain,  and  victor  o'er  the  tomb; 
Seated  on  the  Judgment-throne, 
Number  us  among  Thine  own. 

Rev.  James  Elwin  Millard.    1848.  ab. 


Sing  we  hero,  with  glad  accord. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

3   Holy,  holy,  holy  !     All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransomed  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King: 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 

Hearts  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S54.)    1836,  1853. 
13  "Glory  be  to  God  alone. "  7  •    '  > 

1  FROM  the  vast  and  veiled  throng, 

Round  the  Father's  heavenly  throne, 
Swells  the  everlasting  song: 

Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 
Round  ImmanuePs  cross  of  pain 

Mortal  men,  in  tribes  unknown, 
Sing  to  Him  who  once  was  slain  : 

Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 

2  Blend,  ye  raptured  songs,  in  one, 

Men  redeemed,  your  Father  own  , 
Angels,  worship  ye  the  Son  : 

Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 
Spirit,  'tis  within  Thy  light, 

Streaming  far  from  cross  and  throne, 
Earth  and  heaven  their  songs  unite  : 

Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 

Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge  Ganse.    (1822 — )    1872. 


7.  61 


12 


Thrice  Holy. 
Is.  vi.  3. 


7.   D. 


i   HoLV,  holy,  holy  Lord 

God  of  hosts!  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  They  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !     Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  we, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore  ; 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeemed, 


*■  4  "  Singing  c-.'c>-lastingly. ' ' 

1  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

God  of  Hosts,  Eternal  King, 
By  the  heavens  and  earth  adored ; 

Angels  and  Archangels  sing, 
Chanting  everlastingly, 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

2  Since  by  Thee  were  all  things  made, 

And  in  Thee  do  all  things  live, 
Be  to  Thee  all  honor  paid ; 

Praise  to  Thee  let  all  things  give, 
Singing  everlastingly 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

3  Thousands,  tens  of  thousands,  stand, 

Spirits  blest,  before  the  throne, 
Speeding  thence  at  Thy  command. 

And,  when  Thy  commands  are  done, 
Singing  everlastingly 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 


GOD, 


II 


4  Cherubim  and  Seraphim 

Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings ; 
Eyes  of  angels  are  too  dim 

To  behold  the  King  of  kings, 
While  they  sing  eternally 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

5  Thee  apostles,  prophets  Thee, 

Thee  the  noble  martyr  band, 
Praise  with  solemn  jubilee, 

Thee,  the  Church  in  every  land, 
Singing  everlastingly 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

6  Hallelujah  !  Lord,  to  Thee, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
Godhead  One,  and  Persons  Three; 

Join  us  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Singing  everlastingly 

To  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth.     (1807 — )    1862-  ab. 


Thrice  Holy. 
Is.  vi.  1 — 3.    John  xii.  41. 


8,7- 


16 


Glory  to  God. 
1  Tim.  i.  17. 


8,7- 


15 

i   Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 
Cherubim  and  seraphim 
Filled  His  temple,  and  repeated 
Each  to  each  th'  alternate  hymn. 

2  "  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

"  Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
"Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !" 

3  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angel's  cry, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Lord  most  High." 

4  With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below, 

Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow  : 

5  "  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored : 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 

6  Thus  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  blessing 

Thee  the  Lord  of  Hosts  most  High. 

Bp.  Richard  Mant.     (1776— 1848.)    1837.  ab. 


1  Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One: 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run  ! 

2  Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us, 

Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain; 
Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign : 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  1 

5  Glory  to  the  King  of  angels, 
Glory  to  the  Church's  King, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations, 

Heaven  and  earth,  your  praises  bring: 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring ! 

4  Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 
Thus  its  praise  creation  brings: 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings ! 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.     (1808—)    iS66. 
I  7  "Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord."  8,7. 

1  FATHER,  Thine  Elect  who  lovest 

With  an  everlasting  love; 
Saviour,  who  the  bar  removest 

From  the  holy  home  above ; 
Spirit,  daily  meetness  bringing 

For  the  glory  there  upstored; 
List  to  Thy  glad  people  singing, 

"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 

2  Lord,  with  sin-bound  souls  Thou  bearest, 

Struggling  towards  this  strain  divine  ; 
Glad  on  mortal  lips  Thou  hearest 

That  thrice  awful  name  of  Thine. 
But  Thou  listenest,  O  how  sweetly  ! 

WThen  from  holy  lips  outpoured, 
Rings  through  heaven  this  strain  full  meetly, 

"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 

3  Shall  we,  Lord,  meet  voices  never 

Bring  to  that  eternal  hymn  ? 


12 


GOD. 


Hallow  us  to  help  the  endeavor 
Of  Thy  pure-lipped  Seraphim  : 

Hark!  their  own  high  strain  we  bring  Thee: 
Listen  to  the  full  accord ! 

Sweet  the  song  we  ever  sing  Thee, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !" 

Thomas  Homblower  Gill.    (1819 — )    i860,  ab. 


18 


Prayer  for  Guidance. 
Numbers  x.  33. 


8,7- 


i   Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 
O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 
For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee ; 

|| :  Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be.  :|| 

2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us ; 

All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know  ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us ; 
Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe ; 
|| :  Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go.  :  || 

3  Spirit  of  our  God,  descending, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy, 
Love  with  every  passion  blending, 
Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy  ; 
|| :  Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy.  :  || 

James  Edmeston.     (1791 — 1867.)    1820. 

•t  r\  "Most  Hidden  and  Most  Manifest."      L.  M. 

*•  y  Ex.  xxxiii.  20. 

i   What  secret  place,  what  distant  star 
Is  like,  dread  Lord,  to  Thine  abode? 
Why  dwellest  Thou  from  us  so  far  ? 
We  yearn  for  Thee,  Thou  hidden  God. 

2  The  glory  no  man  may  abide 

Doth  visit  us,  a  gracious  Guest ; 
Thou  whom  ''excess  of  light"  doth  hide 
Here  shinest  sweetly  manifest. 

3  But  sweetest,  Lord,  dost  Thou  appear 

In  the  dear  Saviour's  smiling  face : 
The  Heavenly  Majesty  draws  near 
And  offers  us  its  soft  embrace. 

4  To  us  vain  searchers  after  God, 

To  us  the  Holy  Ghost  doth  come ; 
From  us  Thou  hidest  Thine  abode; 

But  Thou  wilt  make  our  souls  Thy  home. 


5  O  Glory  that  no  eye  may  bear ! 

O  Presence  bright,  oursouls'sweetGuest! 

0  farthest  off,  O  ever  near ! 

Most  Hidden  and  Most  Manifest ! 

Thomas  Homblower  Gill.    1S60.  ab. 
20  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  L.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  Father  and  His  love, 
To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 

Rivers  of  endless  joy  above, 

And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  Thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 

A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  Thee,  Sacred  Spirit,  praise, 
Who,  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 

Mak'st  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore : 

That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 


21 


God  unsearchable.  L.    M. 

Job  xi.  7. 

1  GOD  is  the  name  my  soul  adores, 
Th'  almighty  Three,  th' eternal  One: 

Nature  and  grace,  with  all  their  powers, 
Confess  the  Infinite  Unknown. 

2  Thy  voice  produced  the  seas  and  spheres. 
Bade  the  waves  roar,  and  planets  shine  ; 

But  nothing  like  Thyself  appears 

Through  all  these  spacious  works  of  Thine. 

3  Still  restless  nature  dies  and  grows; 
From  change  to  change  the  creatures  run; 

Thy  being  no  succession  knows, 
And  all  Thy  vast  design*  are  one. 

4  A  glance  of  Thine  runs  through  the  globes. 
Rules  the  bright  world,  and  moves  their  frame : 
Broad  sheets  of  light  compose  Thy  robes, 

Thy  guards  are  formed  of  living  flame. 

5  Who  can  behold  the  blazing  light? 
Who  can  approach  consuming  flame? 

None  but  Thy  Wisdom  knows  Thv  might, 
None  but  Thy  Word  can  speak  Thy  name. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 


GOD. 


13 


22  "Meet  and  right."  7.  6- 

1  Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing, 

In  every  time  and  place, 
Glory  to  our  Heavenly  King, 

The  God  of  truth  and  grace; 
Join  we  then  with  sweet  accord, 

All  in  one  thanksgiving  join : 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Eternal  praise  be  Thine. 

2  Thee,  the  first-born  sons  of  light, 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day,  day  without  night, 

And  never,  never  cease. 
Angels  and  archangels,  all 

Praise  the  mystic  Three  in  One 
Sing,  and  stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall, 

Overwhelmed  before  Thy  throne. 

3  Vying  with  that  happy  choir 

Who  chant  Thy  praise  above, 
We  on  eagles'  wings  aspire, 

The  wings  of  faith  and  love : 
Thee  they  sing  with  glory  crowned, 

We  extol  the  slaughtered  Lamb; 
Lower  if  our  voices  sound 

Our  theme  is  still  the  same. 

4  Father,  God,  Thy  love  we  praise, 

Which  gave  Thy  Son  to  die; 
Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Alike  we  glorify ; 
Spirit,  Comforter  divine, 

Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given, 
Till  we  in  full  chorus  join, 

And  earth  is  turned  to  heaven. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 17S8.)    1749.  ab.  and  alt 


^3 


"Praise  ye  the  Lord." 
Ps.  cl. 


7,6. 


i  Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 
And  keeps  His  courts  below ; 
Praise  the  holy  God  of  love, 

And  all  His  greatness  show ; 
Praise  Him  for  His  noble  deeds, 

Praise  Him  for  His  matchless  power 
Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 
Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 
2  Publish,  spread,  to  all  around 
The  grcit  Jehovah's  name; 
Let  the  trumpet's  martial  sound 
The  Lord  of  Hosts  proclaim; 
2 


Praise  Him,  every  tuneful  string, 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art; 
All  the  power  of  music  bring, 

The  music  of  the  heart. 
3  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  every  creature  sing; 
Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 

And  homage  to  their  King : 
Hallowed  be  His  name  beneath, 

As  in  heaven  on  earth  adored; 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath ; 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.  1743.  ab. 
"*T  "  Te  Dctim  laudamus."  C.  M 

1  O  God,  we  praise  Thee,  and  confess 

That  Thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud ; 

To  Thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry: 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  Thy  majestic  sway. 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  Thee, 
That  Thou  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

6  Thy  honored,  true,  and  only  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost,  the  spring 
Of  never  ceasing  joy,  O  Christ, 
Of  glory  Thou  art  King. 

Tate  and  Brady's  Supplement.    1703.  ab. 
^O  "  Gloria  in  excelsis."  C.  M. 

1  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth, 

To  all  mankind  good  will; 
We  bless,  we  praise,  we  worship  Thee, 
And  glorify  Thee  still ; 

2  And  thanks  for  Thy  great  glory  give, 

That  fills  our  souls  with  light; 
O  Lord  God,  heavenly  King,  the  God 
And  Father  of  all  might : 


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GOD, 


3  And  Thou,  begotten  Son  of  God, 

Before  all  time  begun; 
O  Jesus  Christ,  God,  Lamb  of  God, 
The  Father's  only  Son: 

4  Have  mercy,  Thou  that  tak'st  the  sins 

Of  all  the  world  away  ; 
Have  mercy,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
And  hear  us  when  we  pray. 

5  O  Thou,  who  sitt'st  at  God's  right  hand, 

Upon  the  Father's  throne, 
Have  mercy  on  us,  Thou,  O  Christ, 
Who  art  the  Holy  One  ! 

6  Thou  Lord,  who  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
In  glory  of  the  Father  art 
Most  high  for  evermore. 

Tate  and  Brady's  Supplement.    1703. 

i   O  Unity  of  Threefold  Light, 
Send  out  Thy  loveliest  ray, 
And  scatter  our  transgressions'  night 
And  turn  it  into  day. 

2  Make  us  those  temples  pure  and  fair 

Thy  glory  loveth  well, 
The  spotless  tabernacles  where 
Thou  may'st  vouchsafe  to  dwell. 

3  The  glorious  hosts  of  peerless  might 

That  ever  see  Thy  Face, 
Thou  mak'st  the  mirrors  of  Thy  light, 
The  vessels  of  Thy  grace. 

4  Thou,  when   their  wondrous"  strain  they 

weave, 
Hast  pleasure  in  the  lay : 
Deign  now  our  praises  to  receive 
Albeit  from  lips  of  clay. 

5  And  yet  Thyself  they  cannot  know, 

Nor  pierce  the  veil  of  light 
That  hides  Thee  from  the  thrones  below, 
As  in  profoundest  night. 

6  How  then  can  mortal  accents  frame 

Due  tribute  to  their  King? 
Thou,  only,  while  we  praise  Thy  Name, 
Forgive  us  as  we  sing. 

Metrophanes  of  Smyrna.    ( —  910) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.     (1818— 1866.)    1862. 


r\>-t  "From  Everlasting  to  Everlasting." 

*•  i  Ps.  xc.    2 

1  Have  mercy  on  us,  God  most  High, 

Who  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 
Have  mercy  on  us  worms  of  earth, 
Most  Holy  Trinity. 

2  Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries, 

Before  Thy  Throne  we  lie  ; 
Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 
Most  Holy  Trinity. 

3  When  heaven  and  earth  were  yet  unmade, 

When  time  was  yet  unknown, 
Thou,  in  Thy  bliss  and  majesty, 
Didst  live  and  love  alone. 

4  Thou  wert  not  born  ;   there  was  no  fount 

From  which  Thy  being  flowed ; 
There  is  no  end  which  Thou  can'st  reach, 
But  Thou  art  simply  God. 

5  How  wonderful  creation  is. 

The  work  that  Thou  did'st  biess  ; 
And  O,  what  then  must  Thou  be  like, 
Eternal  Loveliness? 

6  Most  ancient  of  all  mysteries, 

Still  at  Thy  Throne  we  lie  ; 
Have  mercy  now,  most  merciful, 
Most  Holy  Trinity. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.     (1814 — 1863.)    1849.  ab. 


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Praise  for  Creation  and  Redemption. 
Ps.  c.  3.     Rev.  v.  9. 


1  Let  them  neglect  Thy  glory,  Lord, 

Who  never  knew  Thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  Thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  Thee, 

And  send  them  to  Thy  throne ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  Undivided  One. 

3  'T  was  He,  and  we'll  adore  His  name, 

That  formed  us  by  a  word  ; 
'T  is  He  restores  our  ruined  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord. 

4  Hosanna,  let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound  ; 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 


GOD. 


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29  A  Latin  Hymn  to  the  Trinity.  7- 

1  FATHER,  who  didst  fashion  me 
Image  of  Thyself  to  be, 

Fill  me  with  Thy  love  divine, 
Let  my  every  thought  be  Thine. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  may  I  be 

Dead  and  buried  here  with  Thee; 
And,  by  love  inflamed,  arise 
Unto  Thee  a  sacrifice. 

3  Thou  who  dost  all  gifts  impart, 
Shine,  sweet  Spirit,  in  my  heart; 
Best  of  gifts,  Thyself,  bestow; 
Make  me  burn  Thy  love  to  know. 

4  God,  the  blessed  Three  in  One, 
Dwell  within  my  heart  alone ; 
Thou  dost  give  Thyself  to  me, 
May  I  give  myself  to  Thee. 

Le  Mans  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev    Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821 — )   i860. 

«J"  God  Incarnate.  7- 

i  Praise  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
Binding  earth  and  heaven  in  love ; 
All  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Worship  His  dread  sovereignty. 

2  Seraphim  His  praises  sing, 
Cherubim  on  fourfold  wing, 
Thrones,  dominions,  princes,  powers, 
Ranks  of  might  that  never  cowers. 

3  Angel  hosts  His  word  fulfil, 
Ruling  nature  by  His  will ; 
Round  His  throne  archangels  pour 
Songs  of  praise  for  evermore. 

4  Yet  on  man  they  joy  to  wait, 
All  that  bright  celestial  state, 
For  true  man  their  Lord  they  see, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity. 

5  On  the  throne  our  Lord,  who  died, 
Sits  in  manhood  glorified ; 
Where  His  people  faint  below, 
Angels  count  it  joy  to  go. 

6  O  the  depths  of  joy  divine, 
Thrilling  through  those  orders  nine, 
When  the  lost  are  found  again, 
When  the  banished  come  to  reign. 


7  Now  in  faith,  in  hope,  in  love, 
We  will  join  the  choirs  above, 
Praising,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


Rev.  Richard  Meux  Benson.    1S61. 


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Prayer  to  the  Trinity.  7 

i  Father,  at  Thy  footstool  see 
Those  who  now  are  one  in  Thee : 
Draw  us  by  Thy  grace  alone ; 
Give,  O  give  us  to  Thy  Son. 

2  Jesus,  Friend  of  human  kind, 
Let  us  in  Thy  name  be  joined ; 
Each  to  each  unite  and  bless ; 
Keep  us  still  in  perfect  peace. 

3  Heavenly,  all-alluring  Dove, 
Shed  Thine  overshadowing  love, 
Love,  the  sealing  grace,  impart, 
Dwell  within  our  single  heart. 

4  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  to  us  what  Adam  lost  : 
Let  us  in  Thine  image  rise ; 
Give  us  back  our  Paradise. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 178S.)  1740.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
O  The  Trinity  adored.  ?• 

1  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

God  the  Father,  and  the  Word, 
God  the  Comforter,  receive 
Blessing  more  than  earth  can  give. 

2  Mixed  with  those  beyond  the  sky, 
Chanters  to  the  Lord  Most  High, 
We  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Echoing  Thine  eternal  praise. 

3  Happy  they  who  never  rest, 
With  Thy  heavenly  presence  blest : 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see, 
Sound  the  depths  of  Deity. 

4  Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie ; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high  ; 
Fall  o'envhelmed  with  love,  or  soar ; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.   1767.  ab. 


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GOD. 


33  A  U  Things  present  to  God.  7- 

i  Mighty  God,  the  First,  the  Last, 
What  are  ages  in  Thy  sight 
But  as  yesterday  when  past, 
Or  a  watch  within  the  night  ? 

2  All  that  being  ever  knew, 

Down,  far  down,  ere  time  had  birth, 
Stands  as  clear  within  Thy  view 
As  the  present  things  of  earth. 

3  All  that  being  e'er  shall  know, 

On,  still  on,  through  farthest  years, 
All  eternity  can  show, 

Bright  before  Thee  now  appears. 

4  In  Thine  all-embracing  sight, 

Every  change  its  purpose  meets, 
Every  cloud  floats  into  light, 
Every  woe  its  glory  greets. 

5  Whatsoe'er  our  lot  may  be, 

Calmly  in  this  thought  we'll  rest, — 
Could  we  see  as  Thou  dost  see, 
We  should  choose  it  as  the  best. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Cleghorn  Gaskell.    (1810 — 1865.) 
34  " Round  the  Throne."  7- 

i  Now  with  angels  round  the  throne, 
Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
And  the  Church  which  still  is  one, 
Let  us  swell  the  solemn  hymn : 
Glory  to  the  great  I  Am  ! 
Glory  to  the  Victim  Lamb! 

2  Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 

And  dominion  infinite, 

To  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 

To  the  Spirit  and  the  Word; 
As  it  was  all  worlds  before, 
Is,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

Josiah  Conder.    (1789 — 1855.)    1824. 


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Thanks  and  Praise. 
Ps.  cvii ;  cxvii. 


1  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name, 
For  His  mercies,  firm  and  sure  : 


From  eternity  the  same, 
To  eternity  endure, 

2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 

Gathered  out  of  every  land; 
As  the  people  of  His  choice, 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

3  Praise  Him,  ye  who  know  His  love, 

Praise  Him  from  the  depths  beneath; 
Praise  Him  in  the  heights  above ; 
Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe. 

4  For  His  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  His  right  hand, 
Like  His  own  eternity. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)   1822.  ab. 


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"Take  my  Heart."  7< 

1  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  Thy  will  on  earth  be  done  ; 
Praise  by  all  to  Thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

2  Vilest  of  the  fallen  race, 

Lo,  I  answer  to  Thy  call ; 
Meanest  vessel  of  Thy  grace, 

Grace  divinely  free  for  all; 
Lo,  I  come  to  do  Thy  will, 
All  Thy  counsel  to  fulfil. 

3  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  Thy  great  glory  live, 
All  my  actions  sanctify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive  ; 
Claim  me  for  Thy  service,  claim 
All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

4  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers, 

Take  my  memory,  mind  and  will, 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel, 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do ; 
Take  my  heart,  but  make  it  new. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1745.  ab. 


GOD. 


17 


37 


Praise  to  the  Trinity. 


H.  M. 


1  I  GIVE  immortal  praise 

To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above ; 
He  sent  His  own       I  To  die  for  sins 
Eternal  Son  |  That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too ; 
Who  bought  us  with  His  blood 

From  everlasting  woe : 
And  now  He  lives,        I     And  sees  the  fruit 
And  now  He  reigns,     |     Of  all  His  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  : 
His  work  completes     I    And  fills  the  soul 
The  great  design,        |    With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  Thee 

Be  endless  honors  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 

And  the  mysterious  One  : 
Where  reason  fails,         There  faith  prevails, 
With  all  her  powers,  |    And  love  adores. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 


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Praise  to  the  Trinity. 


H.  M. 


39 

1 


Praise  to  God jroiu  all  Creatures. 
Ps   cxlviii 


H    M. 


1  TO  Him  that  chose  us  first, 

Before  the  world  began ; 
To  Him  that  bore  the  curse 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
To  Him  that  formed  I     Is  endless  praise 
Our  hearts  anew,         |     And  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  shall  run 

Through  our  immortal  songs; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 

Hosannas  on  our  tongues : 
Our  lips  address  With  equal  praise, 

The  Spirit's  name       |     And  zeal  the  same, 

3  Let  every  saint  above, 

And  angels  round  the  throne, 
Forever  bless  and  love 

The  sacred  Three  in  One  : 
Thus  heaven  shall  raise  I  When  earth  and  time 
His  honors  high,  |  Grow  old  and  die. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719 


Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy, 

Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  : 

His  praise  your  songs  employ 

Above  the  starry  frame  : 

Your  voices  raise,     I     And  seraphim, 

Ye  cherubim,  To  sing  His  praise. 

Thou  moon  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun  that  guid'st  the  day, 
Ye  glit'ring  stars  of  light, 
To  Him  your  homage  pay : 
His  praise  declare,      I  And  clouds  that  move 
Ye  heavens  above,     |  In  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praise  His  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 

They  all  from  nothing  came  : 
And  all  shall  last,  I  His  firm  decree 

From  changes  free;        |  Stands  ever  fast. 

4  United  zeal  be  shown, 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raise, 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 

Deserves  our  endless  praise : 
Earth's  utmost  ends  I  His  glorious  sway 
His  power  obey;         |  The  sky  transcends. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.    ab. 


Praise  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
Ps.  cxlviii. 


H.  M. 


40 

i   Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng  In  worlds  of  light, 

Of  angels  bright,      [    Begin  the  song. 

2  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 
By  His  supreme  command  : 
He  spake  the  word,      I  From  nothing  came, 
And  all  their  frame       |  To  praise  the  Lord. 

3  He  moved  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  past, 
And  each  His  word  fulfils, 

While  time  and  nature  last : 
In  different  ways  j  His  wondrous  name, 

His  works  proclaim    [And  speak  His  praise. 


i8 


GOD. 


4  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above; 
He  brings  His  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  His  love : 
While  earth  and  sky    I  His  saints  shall  raise 
Attempt  His  praise,      |  His  honors  high. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab. 


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' The  Lord  reigneth. 
Ps.  xciii ;  xcvii. 


H.  M. 


i  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  He  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty : 
His  glories  shine  I  No  mortal  eye 

With  beams  so  bright,  |  Can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  His  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  His  holy  law ; 
And  where  His  love  I     His  truth  confirms 
Resolves  to  bless,       |     And  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  His  ancient  works, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines ; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs : 
Strong  is  His  arm,    I     His  great  decrees, 
And  shall  fulfil  |    His  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend? 
And  will  He  write  His  name, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend? 
I  love  His  name,      I    Join,  all  my  powers, 
I  love  His  word ;       |     And  praise  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     1709. 


God's  Fidelity  to  His  Promises. 
Heb.  x.  it.. 


H.  M. 


42 

1  The  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke ; 
Nor  will  the  eternal  King 

His  words  of  grace  revoke : 
They  stand  secure  |     Not  Z ion's  hill 

And  steadfast  still ;  |     Abides  so  sure. 

2  The  mountains  melt  away. 

When  once  the  Judge  appears, 
And  sun  and  moon  decay, 
That  measure  mortal  years: 
But  still  the  same,  I  The  promise  shines 
In  radiant  lines,       |  Through  all  the  flame. 


3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 

Through  mine  attentive  ears, 
When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 
And  dissipate  the  spheres : 
Midst  all  the  shock       j  I  stand  serene, 
Of  that  dread  scene,     |  Thy  word  my  rock. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755- 


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God  our  Preserver. 
Ps.  exxi. 


H.  M. 


i   Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made : 
God  is  the  tower  His  grace  is  nigh 

To  which  I  fly;  In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears : 
Those  wakeful  eyes,  I     Shall  Israel  keep 
That  never  sleep,  When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there: 
Thou  art  my  sun,  ]  To  guard  my  hear 

And  Thou  my  shade,     |  By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  Thou  not  given  Thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
I'll  go  and  come,    I     Till  from  on  high 
Nor  fear  to  die,  Thou  call  me  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


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Safety  in  God. 

Ps.  -a. 


H.  M. 


1  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord ; 

What  foe  can  injure  me? 
Why  bid  me  like  a  bird 

Before  the  fowler  flee? 
The  Lord  is  on  His  heavenly  throne, 
Omnipotent  to  save  His  own. 

2  The  wicked  may  assail, 

The  tempter  sorely  try, 
All  earth's  foundations  fail, 

All  nature's  springs  be  dry; 
Yet  God  is  in  His  holy  shrine, 
And  I  am  strong  while  He  is  mine. 


GOD. 


*9 


3  His  flock  to  Him  is  dear, 

He  watches  them  from  high ; 
He  sends  them  trials  here 

To  fit  them  for  the  sky; 
But  safely  will  He  tend  and  keep 
The  humblest,  feeblest,  of  His  sheep. 

4  His  foes  a  season  here 

May  triumph  and  prevail; 
But  ah,  the  hour  is  near 

When  all  their  hopes  must  fail : 
While  like  the  sun  His  saints  shall  rise, 
And  shine  with  Him  above  the  skies. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1847.)    1834. 


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The  awful  Majesty  of  God.      S.  P.  M. 
Ps.  xciii. 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned: 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  Thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  Thy  word : 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Before  the  starry  sky : 

Eternal  is  Thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noisy  crowd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Against  Thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain  with  angry  spite, 

The  surly  nations  fight, 
And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powers  engage; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky : 
The  terrors  of  Thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new; 

There  fixed,  Thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  Thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  Thine  everlasting  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


1  fZ  All  People  summoned  to  worship.         L.  M. 

i  All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice : 
Him  serve  with  fear,  His  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him,  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed, 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make: 
We  are  His  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 
Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto: 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 
His  mercy  is  forever  sure  : 

His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Rev.  William  Kethe.    1561. 


Cheerful  Worship. 
Ps.  c. 


47 

1  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth, 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
•Glad  homage  pay  with  awful  mirth. 
And  sing  before  Him  songs  of  praise. 

2  Convinced  that  He  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed; 
We,  whom  He  chooses  for  His  own. 
The  flock  that  He  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  O  enter  then  His  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  His  courts  devoutly  press, 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  His  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  He's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 
His  mercy  is  forever  sure ; 

His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696. 


Grateful  A  deration. 
Ps.  c. 


L.  M.. 


48 

1  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 


And  when, like  wand'ring  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791.)    1741. 


The  Majesty  and  Mercy  of  God. 
Ps.  lxviii. 


49 

1  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  Him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song; 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 

In  Israel  are  His  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  His  peculiar  throne. 

3  Proclaim  Him  King,  pronounce  Him  blest ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

•  Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  High  on  a  throne  His  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  shining  bliss : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  sun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  His. 

3  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea 
In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 

4  Wide  as  His  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  His  thunder,  shout  the  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  His  throne. 

5  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord: 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


52 


Praise  from  all  Nations. 
Ps.  cxvii. 


L.  M. 


50 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise : 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Universal  Praise. 
Ps.  cxlviii. 


L.  M. 


51 

I   LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 


Praise  for  Protection.  Grace,  and  Truth.   L.  M. 
Ps.  lvii  . 

1  My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown. 
Hide  me  beneath  Thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry ; 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  : 
He  sends  His  angels  from  the  sky. 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'nirig  storm. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  Thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

4  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  Thy  wonders  tell. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


53 


Praise  from  the  whole  Creation. 
Ps.  cxlviii. 


8,7. 


1  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens,  adore  Him, 
Praise  Him,  angels,  in  the  height; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  and  light. 


GOD. 


21 


2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 

Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  name. 

Rev.  John  Kempthorne.    (1775 — 1838.)  1809. 


'  God  is  Love. 
1  John  iv.  8. 


54 

1  God  is  love ;  His  mercy  brightens 

All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  woe  He  lightens : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move; 
But  His  mercy  waneth  never: 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove; 
From  the  mist  His  brightness  streameth : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above; 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

Sir  John  Bowring.     (1792 — 1872.)    1825. 


Praise  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven. 
Rev.  iv.  11. 


55 

1  Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator, 

Praise  be  Thine  from  every  tongue ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father,  Source  of  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  grace  is  Thine : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  Him  for  His  love  divine. 


8,7. 


4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  Him, 

Till  in  Heaven  our  song  we  raise : 
There,  enraptured  fall  before  Him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett.     (1739 — 1817.)    1767.)  alt. 


The  Majesty  and  Merey  0/  God. 
Ps.  civ. 


IO,   II. 


8,7- 


56 

1  O  WORSHIP  the  King  all  glorious  above; 
O  gratefully  sing. His  power  and  His  love  ; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient.of  days. 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  O  tell  of  His  might,  O  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space ; 
His  chariots    of  wrath  deep    thunder-clouds 

form, 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  The  earth,  with  its  store  of  wonders  untold, 
Almighty,  Thy  power  hath  founded  of  old, 
Hath  stablished  it  fast  by  a  changeless  decree, 
And  round  it  hath  cast,  like  a  mantle,  the  sea. 

4  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the 

plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

5  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend. 

6  O  measureless  Might,  ineffable  Love, 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their 

lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  Thy  praise. 

Sir  Robert  Grant.      (1785— 1838.)    1839. 


"Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord. 
Neh.  ix.  5. 


S.  M. 


57 

1   Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice  : 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 


For  ten  thousand  blessings  given,                  2  O  for  the  living  flame, 

For  the  richest  gifts  bestowed,  From  His  own  altar  brought, 

Sound  His  praise  through  earth  and  heaven,!  To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 

Sound  Jehovah's  praise  aloud.  And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought. 


22 


GOD, 


3  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

4  Stand  upf  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

James  Montgomery.      (1771 — 1854.)    1825.   ab. 


Exhortation  to  Worship. 
Ps.  xcv. 


S.  M. 


58 

1  Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 


3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord, 
We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 

4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     (1674 — 1748.)    1719.   ab. 
r*  r\  Universal  Praise.  S.  M. 

oy  Ps.  cxiviii. 

1  Let  every  creature  join 

To  praise  the  eternal  God, 
Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  His  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3^  He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame ; 
By  His  command  they  stand  and  move, 
And  ever  speak  His  name. 

4  Ye  vapors,  when  ye  rise, 

Or  fall  in  showers  or  snow, 
Ye  thunders,  murmuring  round  the  skies, 
His  power  and  glory  show. 


5  Wind,  hail,  and  flashing  fire, 

Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  His  word. 

6  By  all  His  works  above 

His  honors  be  expressed  ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  His  praises  best. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 

£.r\  The  Divine  Sovereignty  and  Goodness.     S.  M. 

UU  ps.  via. 

1  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  to  Thy  works  on  high 

I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies ; 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  Thou  shouldst  love  Him  so? 
Next  to  Thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are, 

And  wondrous  are  Thy  ways : 
Of  dust  and  worms  Thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

6  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 

6T  A  holy  God  worshipped  ~;vitJi  Reverence.   S.    M. 

1  Ps.  XC1X. 

1  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  worship  at  His  feet; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  His  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  His  church, 

When  Aaron  was  His  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  His  people  rest. 


GOD. 


23 


3  Oft  He  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 
And  oft  He  made  His  vengeance  known 
When  they  abused  His  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same; 
Still  He's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  His  name. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


62 


The  only  Wise." 
Jude  24,  25. 


S.M. 


i  To  God  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  His  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  His  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Lmblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
And  make  His  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1709. 


63 


'The  Heavens  declare  the  Glory  0/ God."  L.  M. 
Ps.   xix. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  b'ue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creators  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  Hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale. 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 


4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  bum, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"The  Hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Joseph  Addison.    (1672 — 1719.)    1712. 


64 


God's  Glory  and  Nearness  to  us. 
Acts  xvii.    24 — 28. 


L.  M. 


1  LORD  of  all  being  ;    throned  afar. 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near. 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  Thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  Thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn  ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  Thy  mercy's  sign  ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine. 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  Thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  Thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  Thee, 
Till  all  Thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

Olivet  Wendell  Holmes.    (1809—)    1848. 
05  God's  Love  our  Refuge.  L.  M. 

1  O  SOURCE  divine,  and  Life  of  all, 

The  Fount  of  being's  wondrous  sea, 
Thy  depth  would  every  heart  appall, 
That  saw  not  Love  supreme  in  Thee. 

2  We  shrink  before  Thy  vast  abyss,  ■ 

Where  worlds  on  worlds  eternal  brood ; 
We  know  Thee  truly  but  in  this. 
That  Thou  bestowest  all  our  good. 


24 


GOD. 


3  And  so,  'mid  boundless  time  and  space, 
O  grant  us  still  in  Thee  to  dwell, 

And  through  the  ceaseless  web  to  trace 
Thy  presence  working  all  things  well. 

4  Nor  let  Thou  life's  delightful  play 
Thy  truth's  transcendent  vision  hide ; 

Nor  strength  and  gladness  lead  astray 
From  Thee,  our  nature's  only  guide. 

5  Bestow  on  every  joyous  thrill 
Thy  deeper  tone  of  reverent  awe : 

Make  pure  Thy  children's  erring  will, 
And  teach  their  hearts  to  love  Thy  law. 

Rev.  John  Sterling.    (1S06 — 1844.)    1839. 


66 


God  in  Nature. 
Ps.  Lxxiv.    16,  17. 


L.  M. 


1  THOU  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see: 

Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  Thee, 
Where'er  we  turn,  Thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  Thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 

And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Through  golden  vistas  into  heaven, 
Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  Thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 
O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 

Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes, 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord,  are  Thine. 

4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes. 
Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh ; 

And  every  flower  the  summer  wreathes 

Is  born  beneath  that  kindling  eye. 
Where'er  we  turn,  Thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  Thine. 

Thomas  Moore.    (1779 — 1S52.)   1816. 


'2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear, 
Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 
When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear, 

Led  by  the  silent  moon  along, 
Till  round  the  earth,  from  all  the  sky, 
Thy  beauty  beams  on  every  eye. 

3  Waked  by  Thy  touch  the  morning  sun 
Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bower. 

And,  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  with  speed  and  power; 
Thy  naming  messenger,  to  dart 
Life  through  the  depth  of  nature's  heart. 

4  While  these  transporting  visions  shine 
Along  the  path  of  Providence, 

Glory  eternal,  joy  divine. 

Thy  word  reveals,  transcending  sense ; 
My  soul  Thy  goodness  longs  to  see, 
Thy  love  to  man,  Thy  love  to  me. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1822. 


"  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest." 
Luke  ii.  13. 


"  Tlie  Heavens  declare  the  Glory  0/  God.' 
Ps.  xix. 


67 

i   Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare, 
The  firmament  displays  Thy  skill ; 

The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 
Tempest  and  calm  Thy  word  fulfil ; 

Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech. 

And  night  to  night  Thy  knowledge  teach. 


68 

1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang. 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away. 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens,  new  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  can  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come? 
No;   the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1819,   1853. 


GOD. 


69 


God  praised  for  His  Mercies. 
Ps.  Ixv. 


1  Praise  on  Thee  in  Zion's  gates, 
Daily,  O  Jehovah,  waits: 

Unto  Thee,  O  God,  belong 
Grateful  words  and  holy  song. 

2  Thou  the  Hope  and  Refuge  art 
Of  remotest  lands  apart ; 
Distant  isles  and  tribes  unknown, 
'Mid  the  ocean  waste  and  lone. 

3  By  Thy  boundless  might  set  fast, 
Rise  the  mountains  firm  and  vast: 
Thou  canst  with  a  word  assuage 
Ocean's  wide  and  deafening  rage. 

4  When  Thy  signs  in  heaven  appear, 
Earth's  remotest  regions  fear; 
And  the  bounties  of  Thy  hand 
Fill  with  gladness  every  land. 

5  Thou  dost  visit  earth,  and  rain 
Blessings  on  the  thirsty  plain, 
From  the  copious  founts  on  high, 
From  the  rivers  of  the  sky. 

6  Thus  the  clouds  Thy  power  confess, 
And  Thy  paths  drop  fruitfulness, 
And  the  voice  of  song  and  mirth 
Rises  from  the  tribes  of  earth. 

Josiah  Conder.    (1789 — 1855.)    183 


70 


1 1  I  nil,  eelestial  Goodness,  hail' ' 


1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored: 
Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  Thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  Thy  way, 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  Thee, 
Till  we  all  Thy  glory  see. 

4  Then  with  angel-harps  again 
We  will  wake  a  nobler  strain ; 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 

5  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be, 
All  shall  join  in  harmony ; 

That  through  heaven's  capacious  round 
Praise  to  Thee  may  ever  sound. 


1778. 


71 


72 

1 


25 

Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail : 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored. 

'   Rev.  Benjamin  Williams. 
"  Gloria  in  cvcelsis." 

GLORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 

Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing; 
Glad,  Thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

Hail,  by  all  Thy  works  adored, 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord: 
Thee,  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, 
Christ,  the  Father's  Only  Son ; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

Bow  Thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow ; 
Hear,  the  world's  Atonement  Thou : 
Jesus,  in  Thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  sins  away. 

Hear,  for  Thou,  O  Christ,  alone 
Art  with  Thy  great  Father  One ; 
One,  the  Holy  Ghost  with  Thee; 
One  supreme,  eternal  Three. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 17&8.)   1739.  ab. 

Praise  from  all. 
Ps.  cxvii. 

ALL  ye  Gentiles,  praise  the  Lord, 
All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord, 
Praise  the  Lord,  forever  praise. 

For  His  truth  and  mercy  stand, 
Past,  and  present,  and  to  be, 

Like  the  years  of  His  right  hand, 
Like  His  own  eternity. 

Praise  Him,  ye  who  know  His  love; 

Praise  Him,  from  the  depths  beneath ; 
Praise  Him,  in  the  heights  above; 

Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe. 

James  Montgomery.    182a. 


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GOD. 


God  immutable. 
Ps.    cii. 


C.  M. 


73 

1  THROUGH  endless  years,Thou  art  the  same, 

O  Thou  eternal  God; 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  Thy  name, 
And  tell  Thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  Thee  were  laid ; 
By  Thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Formed  by  Thy  powerful  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  Thy  command. 

4  But  Thy  perfections,  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  Thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

5  Our  children's  children,  still  Thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  Father's  God ; 
To  latest  times  Thy  favor  share, 
And  spread  Thy  praise  abroad. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.    ab.  and  alt. 


Man /rail,  and  God  eternal. 
Ps.    xc. 


C.  M. 


74 

1  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


6  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674— 1748.)    1719.  ab. 
75  My  Father.  C.  M. 

1  O  GOD,  Thy  power  is  wonderful, 

Thy  glory  passing  bright ; 
Thy  wisdom,  with  its  deep  on  deep, 
A  rapture  to  the  sight. 

2  I  see  Thee  in  the  eternal  years 

In  glory  all  alone, 
Ere  round  Thine  uncreated  fires 
Created  light  had  shone. 

3  I  see  Thee  walk  in  Eden's  shade, 

I  see  Thee  all  through  time ; 
Thy  patience  and  compassion  seem 
New  attributes  sublime. 

4  I  see  Thee  when  the  doom  is  o'er, 

And  outworn  time  is  done, 
Still,  still  incomprehensible, 
O  God,  yet  not  alone. 

5  Angelic  spirits,  countless  souls, 

Of  Thee  have  drunk  their  fill ; 
And  to  eternity  will  drink 
Thy  joy  and  glory  still. 

6  From  Thee  were  drawn  those  worlds  of  life. 

The  Saviour's  heart  and  soul ; 
And,  undiminished  still,  Thy  waves 
Of  calmest  glory  roll. 


Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814 — 1£ 


1849.  ab. 


76 


God's  eternal  Dominion.  C. 

1  GREAT  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou, 

What  worthless  worms  are  we : 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 


M 


GOD, 


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4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn. 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares; 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou, 

What  worthless  worms  are  we ; 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 
77  Our  Heavenly  Father.  7- 

1  My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 

Thy  majesty  how  bright, 
How  beautiful  Thy  mercy-seat 
In  depths  of  burning  light. 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  Everlasting  Lord; 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  How  beautiful,  how  beautiful, 

The  sight  of  Thee  must  be, 
Thine  endless  wisdom,  boundless  power, 
And  awful  purity. 

4  O  how  I  fear  Thee,  Living  God, 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 
And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 

5  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art ; 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

6  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me,  Thy  sinful  child. 

7  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  reward, 

What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze,  and  gaze  on  Thee. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    1849.  ab. 


78 


The  Condescension  0/  God. 
Ps.    cxiii. 


i  Hallelujah,  raise,  O  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise : 
All  His  servants,  join  to  sing 
God  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 


2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  name  which  we  adore : 

O'er  all  nations  God  alone, 

Higher  than  the  heavens  His  throne. 

3  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  He  bends ; 
Yea,  to  earth  He  condescends ; 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 

For  the  low  and  desolate. 

4  He  can  raise  the  poor  to  stand 
With  the  princes  of  the  land  ; 
Wealth  upon  the  needy  shower ; 
Set  the  meanest  high  in  power. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers, 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears ; 
Such  the  wonders  of  His  ways: 
Praise  His  name,  forever  praise. 

Josiah  Conder.    (1789 — '855.)    1837.  ab. 


Praise  front  all  God's  Creatures. 
Ps.    cxlviii. 


79 

1  Heralds  of  creation,  cry, 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high: 
Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  He  spake,  and  forth  from  night, 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light; 

He  commanded,  Nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  His  word. 

3  Praise  Him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ; 
Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise ; 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow ; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow,  His  will  perform. 

5  Birds,  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  His  temple-door; 
Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks. 

6  High  above  all  height  His  throne, 
Excellent  His  name  alone  ; 
Him  let  all  His  works  confess; 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1822.    ab. 


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GOD. 


Q  ,i  Exhortation  to  Praise.    ■  ■  7. 

00  ps.    ci.  ' 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show, 
Saints  within  His  courts  below, 
Angels  round  His  throne  above, 
Praise  Him,  all  that  share  His  love. 

2  Earth,  to  heaven  exalt  the  strain, 
Send  it,  heaven,  to  earth  again ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore. 

3  Praise  the  Lord ;  His  goodness  trace, 
All  the  wonders  of  His  grace  ; 

All  that  He  hath  borne  and  done, 
All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts,' 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts ; 

All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1847.)  I834,  i84T- 

0  -r      Wonders  of  Creation,  Providence,  and  Grace.    7 
*■*  ■*•  Ps.  cxxxvi. 

1  Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He',  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  He  His  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness: 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  All  things  living  He  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand'supplies  their  need  : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth: 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

John  Milton.    (1608—1674.)  1624.    ab.  and  alt. 


Q  ry  The  Eternal  Shepherd.  7, 

°^  Ps.  xxiii. 

i  To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  Thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend ; 
And  shalt  bid  Thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

Rev.  James  Merrick.    (1720 — 1769.)    1765.    ab.  and  alt. 


83 


'Praise  the  Lord." 
Ps.  cl. 


i  Praise  the  Lord,  His  power  confess, 
Praise  Him  in  His  holiness; 
Praise  Him  as  the  theme  inspires, 
Praise  Him  as  His  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around; 
Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  His  light, 
In  His  praise  your  hearts  unite; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

William  Wrangham.    ( — 1832.)    ii 


The  Lord  our  Shepherd. 
Ps.    xxiii. 


84 

1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is; 

I  shall  be  well  supplied: 

Since  He  is  mine,  I  am  His, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows; 


S.  M. 


2g 


Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  cloth  my  soul  reclaim ; 
And  guides  me,  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days; 

Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 


85 


The  Heavenly  Shepherd.  S.  M. 

Ps.  xxiii. 

i  While  my  Redeemer's  near, 
My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear; 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever  fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore ; 
To  Thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

4  Unworthy,  as  I  am, 

Of  Thy  protecting  care, 
Jesus,  I  plead  Thy  gracious  name, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778.)    1760.  ab. 


86 


Seeking  God, 
Ps.  lxiii. 


S.  M. 


My  God.  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore ; 

'  3 


Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind; 
I  think  how  wise  Thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 

4  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  Thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5   The  shadow  of  Thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  He  supports  my  steps. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 

Q*7      Praise for  temporal  and  spiritual  Mercies.     S.  M 

0  /  Ps.  ciii.    1 — 7. 

1  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  His  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  His  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  He  forgives  thy  sins, 

'Tis  He  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  He  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known ; 
But  sent  the  world  His  truth  and  grace 
By  His  beloved  Son. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Abounding  Compassion  0/ God. 
Ps.  ciii.  8—12. 


88 

I  My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great; 


S.  M 


3Q 


GOD. 


Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide ; 

And  when  His  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  His  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 


89 


'He  knowetk  our  Frame.' 
Ps.  ciii.  13 — 18. 


S.  M. 


i  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  His  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel : 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  ever)'  breath ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 

\y"  Mercies  0/ God  recounted.  .CM. 

i  When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


3  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  Thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 

For  O,  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 

Joseph  Addison.    (1672 — 1719)    1712.  ab. 


A  -merciful  God. 
Deut.  iv.  ai. 


C.  M. 


91 

1  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

My  Father  and  my  God : 
I'll  sing  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 
And  spread  Thy  praise  abroad. 

2  In  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  kindest  thoughts  appear; 

Thy  mercies  gild  each  transient  scene, 
And  crown  each  circling  year. 

3  In  all  these  mercies  may  my  soul 

A  Father's  bounty  see, 
Nor  let  the  gifts  Th»y  grace  bestows 
Estrange  my  heart  from  Thee. 

4  Teach  me,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  Thy  hand,  my  God, 
And  in  submissive  silence  learn 
The  lessons  of  Thy  rod. 

5  In  every  varying  mortal  state, 

Each  bright,  each  dreary  scene, 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 
Still  equal  and  serene. 

6  Then  shall  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

Without  one  anxious  fear  ; 

For  death  itself,  my  God,  is  life, 

If  Thou  art  with  me  there. 

Rev.  Ottiwell  Heginbothom.    (1744 — 1768.)    1766.  ab. 


GOD. 


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92 


"  Lord oj all." 


C.  M. 


1  The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ; 

His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  Him  in  the  waterfall, 
I  hear  Him  in  the  wind. 

2  He  lives,  He  reigns  in  every  land, 

From  winter's  polar  snows 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand, 
The  blazing  meteor  goes. 

3  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly ; 
I  see  Him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

4  He  smiles,  we  live,  He  frowns,  we  die ; 

We  hang  upon  His  word; 
He  rears  His  red  right  arm  on  high, 
And  ruin  bares  the  sword. 

5  He  bids  His  blasts  the  fields  deform ; 

Then  when  His  thunders  cease, 
He  paints  His  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace 

Henry  Kirke  White.    (1785— 1806.)  1806.  alt- 


Reverential  Worship. 
Ps.  lxxxix.  7. 


C.  M. 


93 

1  With  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  His  word. 

2  How  terrible  Thy  glories  rise, 

How  bright  Thine  armies  shine: 
Where  is  the  power  with  Thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compared  with  Thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  Thy  supporting  hand  ; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  Thy  command. 

4.  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 
And  rule  the  boisterous  deep ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Justice  and  judgment  are  Thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  Thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy,  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  Thy  face. 

■Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     1719.  ab. 


g-\  a  God  is  everywhere.  C.  M. 

94  Ps.  CXXX.X. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  If  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

5  If  o'er  my  sins  I  seek  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  Thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

6  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  Thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


The  A  H-secing  God. 
Ps.   cxxxix. 


95 

1  Lord,  Thou  hast   searched   and  seen  me 

through ; 
Thine  eye  commands  v. ith  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break, 

3  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great, 
What  large  extent,  what  lofty  height: 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost 


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5  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.  (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 


.98 


The  Lord  our  Shepherd. 
Ps.  xxiii. 


L.  M. 


96 


The  Faithfulness  of  God. 
Ps.  cxv. 


1  NOT  unto  us,  Almighty  Lord, 

But  to  Thyself  the  glory  be ; 
Created  by  Thine  awful  word, 
We  only  live  to  honor  Thee. 

2  Where  is  their  God  ?  the  heathen  cry, 

And  bow  to  senseless  wood  and  stone; 
Our  God,  we  tell  them,  fills  the  sky, 
And  calls  ten  thousand  worlds  His  own 

3  Vain  gods,  vain  men !  the  Lord  alone 

Is  Israel's  Worship,  Israel's  Friend; 
O  fear  His  power,  His  goodness  own, 
And  love  Him,  trust  Him,  to  the  end. 

4  Who  lean  on  H  im,  from  strength  to  strength, 

From  light  to  light,  shall  onward  move, 
Till  through  the  grave  they  pass  at  length, 
To  sing  on  high  His  saving  love. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1847.)  1834. 


'Bless  the  Lord.  " 
Ps.  ciii. 


L.  M. 


97 

1  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise: 
Why  should  the  wonders  He  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  He,  my  soul,  that  sent  His  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  His  power  confess; 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  His  grace: 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noonday  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still: 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile : 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Joseph  Addison.     (1672 — 1719)    1712. 

/~if\     Daily  Duties,  Dependence,  and Enjoyment    L.  M. 
yy  Rom.  xiv.  8. 

i  When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes'  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine : 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  Heaven's  all-glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name, 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  Thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 


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4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  Thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.    (1759 — 1829.)    1813.  ab.  and  alt. 

T  r\r\  God's  Care  of  His  People.  L.  M 

1  UU  ps.  cvi. 

i  O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love, 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  Who  can  His  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast  but  numberless  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ? 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  Thy  chosen  dost  afford ; 
When  Thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  Thy  salvation  visit  mc. 

4  O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
Thy  saints  in  full  prosperity, 
That  I  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 

And  count  Thy  people's  triumph  mine. 

Tate  and  Brady.     1696.  ab. 


102 


The  Greatness  0/  God. 
Ps.  cxlv. 


L.  M. 


101 


God's  eternal  Kingdom. 
Ps.  xciii. 


L.  M. 


My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  Thine  car; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  Thee. 

Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream ; 
Thy  mercy  swift ;   thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  Thy  majesty  divine : 
Let  Zion  in  her  courts  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  Thy  name. 

Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  Thy  praise ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

But  who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  Thy  ways ; 
Vast  and  immortal  be  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    17 19.  ab.  and  alt. 


i  With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed, 
The  Lord  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundation  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

2  How  surely  stablished  is  Thy  throne, 

Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see ; 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  and  Thou  alone, 
Art  God  from  all  eternity. 

3  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 

And  toss  the  troubled  waves  on  high; 
But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  .sea  comply. 

4  Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure, 

And  they  that  in  Thy  house  would  dwell,  4 
That  happy  station  to  secure, 
Must  still  in  holiness  excel. 

Tate  and  Brady.     1696. 


.  .-.  _  An  Exhortation  to  praise  God.  L.  M. 

•  <->  J  Ps-  xcv.  1—6. 

O  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

The  depths  of  earth  are  in  His  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  His  command; 
The  strength  of  hills,  that  threat  the  skies, 
Subjected  to  His  empire  lies. 

The  rolling  ocean's  vast  abyss 
By  the  same  sovereign  right  is  His ; 
'T  is  moved  by  His  almighty  hand, 
That  formed  and  fixed  the  solid  land. 

O  let  us  to  His  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there; 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  al 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

Tate  and  Brady.     1696.  ab. 


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Ini       General  Providence  and  special  Grace.      L.  M. 
u4  Ps.  xxxvi.    5—9. 

i   High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
"Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  hands; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large  ; 

Both  man  and  beast  Thy  bounty  share  : 
The  whole  creation  is  Thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  Thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  Thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs; 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  Thy  house 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast : 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  Thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  word. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 

_  _  -j  Wonders  0/  Creation  and  Grace.  L.  M. 

JL"j  Ps-  cxxxvi. 

i  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  His  ways : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  He  built  the  earth,  He  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

3  He  sent  His  Son  with  power  to  save, 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  Through  this  vain  world  He  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  His  heavenly  seat: 

His  mereics  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


IOO  The  Divine  Perfections.  L.  M 

1  Jehovah  reigns ;  His  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; 

His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  justice  guards  His  holy  law, 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  His  works  His  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  His  will. 
4.  And  will  the  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join ; 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 

Tn^  Joyful  Worship.  L.  M. 

1  U  /  ps.  c. 

1  Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King: 
Serve  Him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  His  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;   't  is  He  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give : 
We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own, 
The  sheep  that  on  His  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  His  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  His  courts  .repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
Great  is  His  grace,  His  mercy  sure; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 

_  _  Q  The  Eternal  and  Sovereign  God.         L.  M 

IOO  ps   xciii. 

1  Jehovah  reigns;  He  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might : 
The  world,  created  by  His  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 


GOD. 


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3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies : 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high  ! 
At  Thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  shall  Thy  throne  endure; 
Thy  promise  stands  forever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  Thy  grace. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


"Mightier  than  the  mighty  Sea. 
Ps.  xciii.  3 — 5. 


L.  M. 


109 

1  The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 

The  mighty  floods  lift  up  their  roar; 
The  floods  in  tumult  loud  rejoice, 

And  climb  in  foam  the  sounding  shore. 

2  But  mightier  than  the  mighty  sea, 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns  on  high  : 
Far  o'er  its  waves  we  look  to  Thee, 
And  see  their  fury  break  and  die. 

3  Thy  word  is  true,  Thy  promise  sure, 

That  ancient  promise,  sealed  in  love ; 
Here  be  Thy  temple  ever  pure, 

As  Thy  pure  mansions  shine  above. 

Bp.  George  Burgess.      (1809 — 1S66. )    1840. 


'  The  Lord  reigneth." 
Ps.  xcvii. 


L.  M. 


no 

1  THE  Lord  is  King :  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens  rejoice  : 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring, 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 

2  The  Lord  is  King :  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  His  will,  distrust  His  care, 

Or  murmur  at  His  wise  decrees, 
Or  doubt  His  royal  promises? 

3  The  Lord  is  King:   child  of  the  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just; 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways: 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

4  O  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

Josiah  Conder.     (1789 — 1855.)    1824.  ab. 

IT  T  Praising  God  forever.  L.  M. 

■I  ■!•  Ps.  cxlvi. 

I   God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  Thy  praise; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  nieht. 


When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  brea 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  O,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  Thy  throne. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.     (1702 — 1751.)    1755. 

I  T  2 

x  **  God's  unspeakable  Glory.  L.  M. 

1  COME,  O  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise : 

But  O,  what  tongue  can  speak  His  fame? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme? 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  Him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power  with  wisdom  shines ; 
His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  His  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  His  glories  sing; 
And  let  His  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song. 

Rev.  Thomas  Blacklock.     (1721 — 1791.)    1754. 
113  The  Majesty  0/  God.  C.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might ; 

The  winds  obey  His  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  His  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar: 

The  Lord  uplifts  His  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 


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3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine  ;  3 

Without  His  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain  pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  His  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend,  in  reverence  bend ;  5 

Ye  monarchs  wait  His  nod; 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

Henry  Kirke  White.     (1785— 1806.)    1806. 

IT  a  Joy  in  the  Lord.  C.  M. 

1  4  Ps.  xxxUi. 

1  Let  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy 

Their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 
To  sing  glad  songs  of  praise. 

2  For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God ; 

His  works  with  truth  abound  : 

He  justice  loves,  and  all  the  earth 

Is  with  His  goodness  crowned. 

3  Whate'er  the  mighty  Lord  decrees, 

Shall  stand  forever  sure  ; 
The  settled  purpose  of  His  heart 
To  ages  shall  endure. 

4  Our  soul  on  God  with  patience  waits; 

Our  help  and  shield  is  He : 
Then,  Lord,  let  still  our  hearts  rejoice, 
Because  we  trust  in  Thee. 

5  The  riches  of  Thy  mercies,  Lord 

Do  Thou  to  us  extend; 
Since  we,  for  all  we  want  or  wish, 
On  Thee  alone  depend. 

Tate  and  Erady.    1696.    ab. 
I  I  5  The  Divine  Decrees.  C.  M. 

i   Keep  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

J  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown,  5 
Hang  on  His  firm  decree ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 


Chained  to  His  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men  ; 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 

Drawn  by  the  eternal  pen. 

His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  His  counsels  shine; 

Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

Here  He  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown ; 
Anon  the  following  page  He  turns, 

And  treads  the  monarchs  down. 

Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives ; 
Nor  dares  the  favorite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what  bright  scenes  shall  rise. 

In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1706.  ab.  and  alt. 


Il6 


The  Mysteries  0/  Providence. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill. 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs,, 

And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take: 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 
Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


C.  M 


GOD. 


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6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  His  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  His  own  Intrepreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cowper.     (1731 — 1800.)    1779. 


"We  know  in  part.' 
1  Cor.  xiii.  9. 


CM. 


117 

i  Thy  way,  O  God,  is  in  the  sea, 
Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace ; 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  Thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  Thy  will, 
I  bless  Thee  for  the  sight ; 
When  will  Thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 

4  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 
My  captive  soul  surround, 
Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
My  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

4  When  will  the  day  of  perfect  light, 

The  happy  morn  arise, 
That  shall  remove  the  shades  of  night 
From  my  beclouded  eyes  ? 

5  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett.     (1739 — 1817.)   1782.  ab. 


Divine  Protection. 
Ps.  exxi. 


Il8 

1  Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 

.That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood ; 
The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  He  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  He  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  : 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber,  noi  surprise. 


5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day ; 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  ;   no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord  ;   His  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Rev.  IsL.ac  Watts.    1719. 


The  Pillars  of  Cloud  and  Fir 
Ex.  xiii.  21. 


L.  M. 


119 

i  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 

Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came, 
Her  fathers'  God  before  her  moved, 
An  awful  guide,  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  th'  astonished  lands, 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow  : 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 

O  Lord,  when  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  Thee  a  cloudy  screen, 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray. 

4  And  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path, 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night, 
Be  Thou  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 

.Sir  Walter  Scott.     (1771 — 1832.)    1820.  ab.  and  alt. 

I/-\/-\  God's  Faithfulness  and  Mercy.  L.  M. 

20  ps.  xxxvi. 

1  My  God.  what  monuments  I  see 
In  all  around  of  Thine  and  Thee : 

I  view  Thee  in  the  heavens  above ; 
More  high  than  these  is  heavenly  love. 

2  I  mark  the  strong  eternal  hill, 
Thy  faithfulness  is  stronger  still  : 
I  gaze  on  ocean  deep  and  broad, 
More  deep  Thy  counsels  are,  O  God. 

3  O  give  me  'neath  Thy  wings  to  rest, 
To  lean  on  Thy  parental  breast, 

To  feed  on  Thee,  the  living  bread, 
And  drink  at  merev's  fountain  head. 


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4  The  springs  of  life  are  all  Thine  own, 
They  flow  from  Thy  eternal  throne : 
Light  in  Thy  light  alone  we  see, 
O  save  us,  for  we  rest  on  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.     (1793 — 1847.)    1834. 

1/5  y        Safety  and  Triiiiizph  of  God's  People.       L.  M. 
^  *■  Ps.  xlvi. 

1  God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  Thine  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls; 
Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Xor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Built  on  His  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  alt.    2I.  $\: 


Trust  in  God. 
Ps.  xviii. 


L.  M. 


122 

1  No  change  of  times  shall  ever  shock 

My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
For  Thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 
A  fortress  and  defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  deliverer  art,  my  God ; 

My  trust  is  in  Thy  mighty  power: 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  safeguard  and  my  tower. 

3  To  Thee  I  will  address  my  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe, 
So  shall  I,  by  Thy  watchful  care, 

Be  guarded  from  my  treacherous  foe. 


(4  Let  the  eternal  Lord  be  praised, 

The  rock  on  whose  defence  I  rest : 
O'er  highest  heavens  His  name  be  raised, 
Who  me  with  His  salvation  blest. 

5   To  Heaven  I  made  my  mournful  prayer, 
To  God  addressed  my  humble  moan. 
Who  graciously  inclined  His  ear, 

And  heard  me  from  His  lofty  throne. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.  ab. 
23  The  Wisdom  of  God.  L.  M. 

WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still, 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise; 
His  ways  are  just,  His  counsels  wise. 

He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  His  work,  the  cause  conceals; 
And  though  His  footsteps  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  His  throne. 

In  heaven  and  earth,  in  air  and  seas, 
He  executes  His  wise  decrees ; 
And  by  His  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  He  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Then,  O  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
With  reverence  bow  before  His  seat; 
And  midst  the  terrors  of  His  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.   (1717 — 1795.)    1818. 
I24  Habitual  Devotion.  CM. 

i  While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed, 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  : 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear. 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 


GOD. 


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Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 

My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  lowering  storm  shall  see  ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

Miss  Helen  Maria  Williams.     (1762 — 1827.)    1786. 
125  Humble  Reliance.  CM. 

i   My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name, 

0  may  1  call  Thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 

A  portion  so  divine  ? 
This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly; 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 

Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

2  Whate'er  Thy  providence  denies, 

1  calmly  would  resign, 

For  Thou  art  good  and  just  and  wise  : 

O  bend  my  will  to  Thine. 
Whate'er  Thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 

And  trust  His  tender  care. 

3  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  let  my  soul  adoring  own 

That  all  Thy  ways  are  right. 
My  God,  my  Father,  be  Thy  name 

My  solace  and  my  stay ; 

0  wilt  Thou  seal  my  humble  claim, 
And  drive  my  fears  away. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.     (1717 — 1778.)    1760.  ab. 
I  20  «  Sweet  Will  0/  God."  C.  M. 

i   I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God, 
And  all  Thy  ways  adore ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  seem 
To  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  1  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  Thou 

Hast  set  Thine  unseen  feet : 

1  cannot  fear  Thee,  blessed  Will, 

Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 

3  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  Thine ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord,  for  Thou 
Hast  made  Thy  triumphs  mine. 


4  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

5  111  that  He  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  His  sweet  will. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.     (1814 — 1863.)    1849.    ab. 
12/  God's  Way  best  for  us.  7,6. 

1  OUR  yet  unfinished  story- 

Is  tending  all  to  this  : 
To  God  the  greatest  glory, 

To  us  the  greatest  bliss. 
Our  plans  may  be  disjointed, 

But  we  may  calmly  rest : 
What  God  has  once  appointed 

Is  better  than  our  best. 

2  We  cannot  see  before  us, 

But  our  all-seeing  Friend 
Is  always  watching  o'er  us, 

And  knows  the  very  end  ; 
And  when  amid  our  blindness 

His  disappointments  fall, 
We  trust  His  loving-kindness 

Whose  wisdom  sends  them  all. 

3  They  are  the  purple  fringes 

That  hide  His  glorious  feet; 
They  are  the  fire-wrought  hinges 

Where  truth  and  mercy  meet; 
By  them  the  golden  portal 

Of  Providence  shall  ope, 
And  lift  to  praise  immortal 

The  songs  of  faith  and  hope. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal.     1872.   ab. 


'He  bowed  the  Heavens." 
Ps.  xviii. 


C.  M. 


128 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 

Full  royally  He  rode  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  all  the  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 


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3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain ; 
And  He,  as  Sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  The  Lord  will  give  His  people  strength 

Whereby  they  shall  increase  ; 
And  He  will  bless  His  chosen  flock 
With  everlasting  peace. 

5  Give  glory  to  His  awful  name, 

And  honor  Him  alone; 

Give  worship  to  His  majesty 

Upon  His  holy  throne. 

Thomas  Sternhold.     ( — 1549.)    aD-  and  alt. 
129  Creating  Wisdom.  CM. 

i  Eternal  Wisdom,  Thee  we  praise, 
Thee  the  creation  sings ; 
With  Thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold, 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder  God. 

5  But  the  sweet  beauties  of  Thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1706.  ab. 

Toft     Omnipresence  and  Omniscience  of  God.      CM. 
■^O"  Ps.  exxxix. 

i  Jehovah,  God,  Thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  Thee. 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround. 


3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  we  see; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Proceed  alone  from  Thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  Thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

Dr.  John  Thomson.      ( — 1S41.) 


The  Goodness  0/  God. 
Ps.  cxlv. 


C  M. 


131 

1  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  Thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  Hisbounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  Thy  creatures  wait 

On  Thee  for  daily  food ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  Thy  compassions.  Lord  ! 

How  slow  Thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  He  sends  His  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  He  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim ; 
But  saints  that  taste  Thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  bless  Thy  name. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    -710. 


God's  Care  0/  us. 
Ps.  xxiii. 


132 

1  The  Lord  Himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 

Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide  ; 
The  Shepherd,  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  He  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose ; 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
Refreshing  waters  flows. 


CHRIST. 


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3  He  docs  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  His  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  His  most  righteous  ways. 

4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free; 
For  there  His  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  Since  God  doth  thus  His  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  Him  I  will  devote, 
And  in  His  temple  spend. 

Tate  and  l'racly.    1696. 


Praise  for  Creation  and  Providence. 
Heb    iii.  4. 


C.  M. 


133 

1  I  SING  the  almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
*     But  makes  Thy  glories  known ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempest  blow, 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

5.  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  Thee 
Are  subject  to  Thy  care; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 
But  God  is  present  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     1715.    ab.  and  alt. 

T  0  A  God  exalted.  L.  M. 

1  J4  Ps.  lvii. 

1  Be  Thou,  O  God,  exalted  high; 
And,  as  Thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 

Till  Thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

2  O  God,  my  heart  is  fixed,  't  is  bent, 
Its  thankful  tribute  to  present; 


And  with  my  heart  my  voice  I'll  raise 
To  Thee,  my  God,  in  songs  of  praise. 

3  Thy  praises,  Lord,  I  will  resound 
To  all  the  listening  nations  round : 
Thy  mercy  highest  heaven  transcends, 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  Thou,  O  God,  exalted  high; 
And,  as  Thy  glory  fills  the  sky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed, 

Till  Thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

Tate  and  Brady.     1696. 

In  p«  God's  tender  Mercy  to  His  People.         L.  M. 

35  Ps.  ciu. 

1  The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  His  ways, 
How  firm  His  truth,  how  large  His  grace : 
He  takes  His  mercy  for  His  throne, 

And  thence  He  makes  His  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  His  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 

As  His  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  His  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  He  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  His  wrath  arise ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  : 
And,  if  He  lets  His  anger  burn, 
How  soon  His  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  His  everlasting  love  is  sure 

To  all  the  saints,  and  shall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  His  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Unbounded  Empire. 
Ps.  civ. 


L.  M. 


136 

i  Bless  God,  my  soul ;  Thou,  Lord,  alone 
Possessest  empire  without  bounds, 
With  honor  Thou  art  crowned,  Thy  throne 
Eternal  majesty  surrounds. 

2  With  light  Thou  dost  Thyself  enrobe, 
And  glory  for  a  garment  take ; 
Heaven's  curtains  stretch  beyand  the  globe, 
Thy  canopy  of  state  to  make. 


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CHRIST. 


3  God  builds  on  liquid  air,  and  forms 

His  palace-chambers  in  the  skies ; 
The  clouds  His  chariot  are,  and  storms 
The  swift-wing' d  steeds  with  which  He  flies. 

4  As  bright  as  flame,  and  swift  as  wind, 

His  ministers  heaven's  palace  till ; 
They  have  their  sundry  tasks  assigned, 
All  prompt  to  do  their  Sovereign's  will. 

5  In  praising  God,  while  He  prolongs 

My  breath,  I  will  that  breath  employ; 
And  join  devotion  to  my  songs, 
Sincere  as  is  in  Him  my  joy. 

Tate  and  Brady.   1696.  ab.  and  alt. 


I—  1-.  God's  Condescension.  L,  M. 

37  Ps.  wriii. 

1  Servants  of  God,  in  joyful  lays, 
Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise: 
His  glorious  Name  let  all  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

2  Blest  be  that  Name,  supremely  blest, 
From  the  sun's  rising  to  its  rest; 
Above  the  heavens  His  power  is  known, 
Through  all  the  earth  His  goodness  shown. 

3  Who  is  like  God  ?  so  great,  so  high, 
He  bows  Himself  to  view  the  sky; 
And  yet,  with  condescending  grace, 
Looks  down  upon  the  human  race. 

4  He  hears  the  uncomplaining  moan 
Of  those  who  sit  and  weep  alone ; 
He  lifts  the  mourner  from  the  dust, 
In  Him  the  poor  may  safely  trust. 

5  Servants  of  God ;  in  joyful  lays, 
Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise ; 
His  glorious  Name  let  all  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  forevermore. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1834.)    T822. 


138 


God  in  the  Storm. 
Ps.  xxix. 


L.M. 


Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power; 

Ascribe  due  honors  to  His  name, 
And  His  eternal  might  adore. 


2  The  Lord  proclaims  His  power  aloud, 

Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  His  command. 

3  The  Lord  sits  Sovereign  on  the  flood ; 

The  Thunderer  reigns  forever  King; 
But  makes  His  church  His  blest  abode, 
Where  we  His  awful  glories  sing. 

4  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 

The  counsels  of  His  grace  imparts ; 
Amid  the  raging  storm  His  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.   (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab. 


God  leading 
Ps.  cvii. 


L.M. 


139 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  ;  He  reigns  above; 
Kind  are  His  thoughts,  His  name  is  Love : 
His  mercv  ages  past  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  His  grace  record; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  He  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

4  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  aifd  goodness  of  the  Lord : 
How  great  His  works  !  how  kind  His  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  His  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 
140         "  O  Gott  du  Ticfe  sonder  Grand."         L.M. 

1  Thine,  Lord,  is  wisdom,  Thine  alone ! 

Justice  and  truth  before  Thee  stand ; 
Yet,  nearer  to  Thy  sacred  throne, 
Mercy  withholds  Thy  lifted  hand. 

2  Each  evening  shows  Thy  tender  love, 

Each  rising  morn  Thy  plenteous  grace; 
Thy  wakened  wrath  doth  slowly  move, 
Thy  willing  mercy  flies  apace. 


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3  To  Thy  benign,  indulgent  care,  to  °  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Father,  this  light,  this  breath  we  owe ;   I         With  me  exalt  His  name : 


And  all  we  have,  and  all  we  are, 

From  Thee,  great  Source  of  being,  flow, 

4  Thrice  Hcly,  Thine  the  kingdom  is, 
The  power  omnipotent  is  Thine; 
And  when  created  nature  dies, 
Thy  never-ceasing  glories  shine. 

Ernest  Lange.    (1650 — 1727.)    1711.  ab. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791)    1739. 


"  Thy  if/erey  is  in  the  Heavens." 
Ps.  xxxvi. 


L.  M. 


141 

1  O  Lord,  Thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope, 

The  highest  orb  of  heaven  transcends ; 
Thy  sacred  truth's  unmeasured  scope 
Beyond  the  spreading  sky  extends. 

2  Thy  justice  like  the  hills  remains, 

Unfathomed  depths  Thy  judgments  are 
Thy  providence  the  world  sustains, 
The  whole  creation  is  Thy  care. 

3  Since  of  Thy  goodness  all  partake, 

With  what  assurance  should  the  just 

Thy  sheltering  wings  their  refuge  make, 

And  saints  to  Thy  protection  trust. 

4  Such  guests  shall  to  Thy  courts  be  led, 

To  banquet  on  Thy  love's  repast; 
And  drink,  as  from  a  fountain's  head, 
Of  joys  that  shall  forever  last. 

5  With  Thee  the  springs  of  life  remain, 

Thy  presence  is  eternal  day ; 
O  let  Thy  saints  Thy  favor  gain, 
To  upright  hearts  Thy  truth  display. 

Tate  and  Brady.  1696.    ab.  and  alt. 


Safety  in  God. 
Ps.  xxxiv. 


C.  M. 


142 

i  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  His  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  that  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 


When  in  distress  to  Him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just; 
Deliverance  He  affords  to  all 
Who  on  His  succor  trust. 

5  O  make  but  trial  of  His  love: 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  is  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  His  service  your  delight, 
Your  wants  shall  be  His  care. 

Tate  and  Brady    1696.  ab 

I*  ^  God's  Goodness  in  moderating  Affliction.  CM. 
4o  Is.  xxvii.  8. 

1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame, 

We  own  Thy  power  divine ; 
We  hear  Thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  Thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way, 
They  work  Thy  sovereign  will; 

And,  awed  by  Thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 
To  them  that  seek  Thy  face, 

And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar 
The  whispers  of  Thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 

Till  all  the  tumult  cease ; 
And  gales  of  Paradise  shall  lull 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702—1751)    1755. 


"Holy  and  reverend." 
Ps.  cxi.  9. 


144 

I  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King: 
"Thrice  Holy  Lord,"  the  angels  cry; 
"Thrice  Holy,"  let  us  sing. 


C.  M. 


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CHRIST. 


2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart, 
To  His  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  His  name, 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
A  contrite  heart  shall  please  Him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  Holy  God,  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  Thy  delight, 
And  they  Thy  face  shall  see. 

Rev.  John  Needham.    1768. 


Christ's  Comi?ig. 
Ps.  xcvi. 


C.  M. 


145 

1  SlNG  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue : 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  His  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  His  way. 

5  Behold  He  comes,  He  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God; 
To  show  the  world  His  righteousness, 
And  send  His  truth  abroad. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab. 


"Lo,  I  come." 
Ps.  3d.    5—7. 


C.  M. 


146 

1  O  LORD,  how  infinite  Thy  love ! 

How  marvellous  Thy  ways  ! 
Let  earth  beneath,  and  Heaven  above 
Combine  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

2  Man  in  immortal  beauty  shone, 

Thy  noblest  work  below ; 
Too  soon  by  sin  made  heir  alone 
To  death  and  endless  woe. 


3  Then,  ''Lo,  I  come,"  the  Saviour  said: 

O  be  His  name  adored  ! 
And  with  His  blood  our  ransom  paid, 
And  life  and  bliss  restored. 

4  O  Lord,  how  infinite  Thy  love  ! 

How  marvellous  Thy  ways  ! 
Let  earth  beneath,  and  Heaven  above, 
Combine  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber.    (1773 — 1S62.)    1829. 

14/  Praise  to  the  Redeemer.  CM. 

1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

•  Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 


Wisdom. 
Prov.  viii.  22 — 31. 


148 

1  Ere  God  had  built  the  mountains, 

Or  raised  the  fruitful  hills; 
Before  He  filled  the  fountains 

That  feed  the  running  rills; 
In  me  from  everlasting 

The  wonderful  I  Am 
Found  pleasures  never  wasting, 

And  Wisdom  is  My  name. 

2  When  like  a  tent  to  dwell  in, 

He  spread  the  skies  abroad, 
And  swathed  about  the  swelling 
Of  ocean's  mighty  flood; 


6,  7.  D. 


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He  vvi ought  by  weight  and  measure, 
And  I  was  with  Him  then; 

Myself  the  Father's  pleasure, 
And  mine  the  sons  of  men. 

3  Thus  wisdom's  words  discover 

Thy  glory  and  Thy  grace, 
Thou  everlasting  Lover 

Of  our  unworthy  race : 
Thy  gracious  eyes  surveyed  us 

Ere  stars  were  seen  above ; 
In  wisdom  Thou  hast  made  us, 

And  died  for  us  in  love. 

4  And  couldst  Thou  be  delighted 

With  creatures  such  as  we, 
Who,  when  we  saw  Thee,  slighted, 

And  nailed  Thee  to  a  tree  ? 
Unfathomable  wonder, 

And  mystery  divine  : 
The  voice,  that  speaks  in  thunder, 

Says,  "Sinner,  I  am  thine." 

William  Cowper.     (1731 — 1800.)    1779. 
149  "IVic  Soil ick  dich  empfangen."      6,  7.  D. 

i   O  how  shall  I  receive  Thee, 

How  meet  Thee  on  Thy  way ; 
Blest  hope  of  every  nation, 

My  soul's  delight  and  stay? 
O  Jesus,  Jesus,  give  me 

Now  by  Thine  own  pure  light, 
To  know  whate'er  is  pleasing 

And  welcome  in  Thy  sight. 

2  Thy  Zion  palms  is  strewing, 

And  branches  fresh  and  fair; 
My  soul,  in  praise  awaking, 

Her  anthem  shall  prepare. 
Perpetual  thanks  and  praises 

Forth  from  my  heart  shall  spring ; 
And  to  Thy  Name  the  service 

Of  all  my  powers  I  bring. 

3  Ye  who  with  guilty  terror 

Are  trembling,  fear  no  more : 
With  love  and  grace  the  Saviour 

Shall  you  to  hope  restore. 
He  comes,  who  contrite  sinners 

Will  with  the  children  place, 
The  children  of  His  Father, 

The  heirs  of  life  and  grace. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt.      (1606 — 1676.)    1653. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Arthur  Tozer  Russell.     (1806—)    1848-  ab. 


t  H-n         The  Deity  and  Humanity  ef  Christ.      L.  M. 
A  O  John  i.  1,  3,  14. 

1  Ere  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word ; 

With  God  He  was,  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

2  By  His  own  power  were  all  things  made; 
By  Him  supported,  all  things  stand : 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  His  command. 

3  But  lo,  He  leaves  those  heavenly  forms ; 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay , 

That  He  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  His  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son ; 

How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 

When  through  His  eyes  the  Godhead  shone. 

5  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1709.  ah. 
J-  J  *  God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father.         L.  M. 

1  Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God, 
Our"  spirits  bow  before  Thy  seat ; 

To  Thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  Thine  awful  feet. 

2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity; 

But  who  among  the  sons  of  light 
Pretends  comparison  with  Thee? 

3  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 

Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

4  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  adored; 

His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  Him  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  :.b. 


' Macht  hock  die  Thiir." 
Ps.  xxiv. 


152 

1  Liet  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits ; 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 


L.  M. 


46 


CHRIST. 


2  The  Lord  is  just,  a  helper  tried, 
Mercy  is  ever  at  His  side ; 

His  kingly  crown  is  holiness, 
His  sceptre,  pity  in  distress. 

3  O  blest  the  land,  the  city  blest 
Where  Christ,  the  Ruler  is  confessed: 
O  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes, 
To  whom  this  King  of  triumph  comes. 

4  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart, 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer  and  love  and  joy. 

5  Redeemer,  come,  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  Thee ;  here,  Lord,  abide : 
Let  me  Thy  inner  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

6  So  come,  my  Sovereign,  enter  in ; 
Let  new  and  nobler  life  begin : 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  our  glorious  goal  is  won. 

Rev.  George  Weissel.    (1500 — 1635.)  Bet.  1623— 1635. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.  (1829 — )  1855.  ab.  andalt. 


God's  Goodness  to  Man. 
Ps.  viii. 


CM. 


153 

i  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same; 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

2  When  glorious  in  the  nightly  sky 

Thy  moon  and  stars  I  see, 
O,  what  is  man,  I  wondering  cry, 
To  be  so  loved  by  Thee. 

3  To  him  Thou  hourly  deign'st  to  give 

New  mercies  from  on  high  ; 
Didst  quit  Thy  Throne  with  him  to  live, 
For  him  in  pain  to  die. 

4  Close  to  Thine  own  bright  seraphim 

His  favored  path  is  trod; 
And  all  beside  are  serving  him, 
That  he  may  serve  his  God. 

5  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 

In  heaven  and  earth  the  same: 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.     (1793 — 1847.)    I834- 


^j4  The  approaching  Saviour.  CM, 

i  Messiah,  at  Thy  glad  approach 
The  howling  wilds  are  still ; 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  hidden  fountains,  at  Thy  call, 

Their  sacred  stores  unlock  ; 
Loud  in  the  desert  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 
Upon  the  morning  gale ; 

Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

4  Renewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hosanna  sing; 
With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
O  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 

Michael  Bruce.     (1746 — 1767.)    1781.  ab. 


The  Saviour  s  Errand. 
Is.  lxi. 


C.  M. 


155 

1  Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray, 

And  on  the  eyeballs  of*  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  name. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.     (1702 — 1751.)    1735. 


CHRIST. 


47 


'Joy  to  ike  World.' 
Ps.  xcviii. 


CM. 


156 

I  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come : 
Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 


2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns : 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground : 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 

I£m       The  Messiah' 's  Coming  and  Kingdom.     CM. 
O  /  Is.  ix.  1 — 7. 

1  The  race  that  long  in  darkqess  pined 

Have  seen  a  glorious  Light ; 
The  people  dwell  in  Day,  who  dwelt 
In  Death's  surrounding  night. 

2  To  hail  Thy  rise,  Thou  better  Sun, 

The  gathering  nations  come, 

Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 

The  harvest-treasures  home. 

3  For  Thou  our  burden  hast  removed, 

And  quelled  th'  oppressor's  sway, 
Quick  as  the  slaughtered  squadrons  fell 
In  Midian's  evil  day. 

4  To  us  a  Child  of  Hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

5  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Forevermore  adored, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

6  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know : 


Justice  shall  guard  His  throne  above, 
And  Peace  abound  below. 

Rev.  John  Morrison.    (1749 — 1798.)    1770. 
*5"  Christmas  Carol  CM. 

i  It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 
That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth, 
To  touch  their  harps  of  gold: 
"  Peace  on  the  earth,  good  will  to  men 
From  heaven's  all  gracious  King." 
The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay 
To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

2  Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come, 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled  ; 
And  still  their  heavenly  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world : 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  hovering  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

3  Rut  with  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 

The  world  has  suffered  long ; 
Beneath  the  angel-strain  have  rolled 

Two  thousand  years  of  wrong  ; 
And  man,  at  war  with  man,  hears  not 

The  love  song  which  they  bring : 
O  hush  the  noise,  ye  men  of  strife, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

4  And  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 

With  painful  steps  and  slow, — 
Look  now  ;  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing : 
O  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

5  For  lo,  the  days  are  hastening  on 

By  prophet  bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  evei  circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold : 
When  Peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  give  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 

Rev.  Edmund  Hamilton  Sears.    (1810 — )    185a 


48 


CHRIST. 


159  Christinas  Song.  CM. 

1  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 

Her  silver-mantled  plains ; 
Celestial  choirs  from  courts  above 

Shed  sacred  glories  there ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 

Make  music  on  the  air. 

2  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply, 
And  greet  from  all  their  holy  heights 

The  day-spring  from  on  high  : 
O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm ; 
And  Sharon  waves  in  solemn  praise 

Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

3  Glory  to  God  !  the  lofty  strain 

The  realm  of  ether  fills ; 
How  sweeps  the  song  of  solemn  joy 

O'er  Judah's  sacred  hills  ! 
"  Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring: 
"  Peace  on  the  earth;   good-will  to  men, 

From  heaven's  eternal  King." 
4.  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem  ! 

The  Saviour  now  is  born : 
More  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 

Breaks  the  first  Christmas  morn; 
And  brighter  on  Moriah's  brow, 

Crowned  with  her  temple-spires, 
Which  first  proclaim  the  new-born  light, 

Clothed  with  its  orient  fires. 

5   This  day  shall  Christian  tongues  be  mute, 

And  Christian  hearts  be  cold? 
O  catch  the  anthem  that  from  heaven 

O'er  Judah's  mountains  rolled  ! 
When  nightly  burst  from  seraph-harps 

The  high  and  solemn  lay, — 
"  Glory  to  God;  on  earth  be  peace; 

Salvation  comes  to-day  !" 

Rev.  Edmund  Hamilton  Sears.    1835. 


Song  0/  the  A  ngels. 
Luke  ii.  7 — 15. 


l60 

I  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
All  seated  on  the  ground,  [n'ght, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 


2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind ; 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

3  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

4  "The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song: 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men 
Begin,  and  never  cease." 

Tate  and  Brady's  Supplement.    1703. 

1  O  I  The  Nativity  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

i   Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  regions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  to  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 
And  angels  rushed  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark,  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song; 

Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat, 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  ; 
Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley.    (1738 — 1799.)    1800.  ab. 


CHRIST, 


49 


1 02  "Adeste  fideks."  II- 

1  O  COME,  all  ye  faithful,  triumphantly  sing, 
Come,  see  in  the  manger  the  angels'  dread 

King; 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord; 
O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father,  He  comes  from 

the  skies ; 

The  womb  of  the  Virgin  He  doth  not  de- 
spise ; 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord; 

O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

3  O  hark  to  the  angels,  all  singing  in  heaven, 
' '  To  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory  be  given. " 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord, 
O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

4  To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesus,  this  day  of  Thy 

birth, 
Be  glory  and  honor  through  heaven  and 

earth ; 
True     Godhead     Incarnate,     Omnipotent 

Word : 

0  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

Unknown  Author,  of  uncertain  date. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  EdwardCaswalL    (1814 — )    1849. 

T6Q  "  Christ  is  born."      8,3,3,6,8,3,3,6. 

*  ^O  Luke  ii.  11. 

i  All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 

As  I  hear, 

Far  and  near, 
Sweetest  angel  voices : 
"Christ  is  born,"  their  choirs  are  singing, 

Till  the  air 

Every-where 
Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 

2  Hark,  a  voice  from  yonder  manger, 

Soft  and  sweet, 

Doth  entreat, 
"  Flee  from  woe  and  danger ; 
Brethren,  come  :   from  all  that  grieves  you 

You  are  freed; 

All  ycu  need 

1  will  surely  give  you." 

3  Come  then,  let  us  hasten  yonder; 

Here  let  all, 
Great  and  small, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder; 
4 


Love  Him  who  with  love  i:  yearning  : 

Hail  the  star 

That  from  far 
Bright  with  hope  is  burning. 

4  Ye  who  pine  in  weary  sadness, 

Weep  no  more, 

For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladness : 
Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 

Where  no  cross, 

Pain  or  loss, 
Can  again  betide  you. 

5  Blessed  Saviour,  let  me  find  Thee ; 

Keep  Thou  me 

Close  to  Thee, 
Cast  me  not  behind  Thee  : 
Life  of  life,  my  heart  Thou  stillest, 

Calm  I  rest 

On  Thy  breast, 
All  this  void  Thou  fillest. 

6  Heedfully  my  Lord  I'll  cherish;, 

Live  to  Thee, 

And  with  Thee 
Dying,  shall  not  perish  ; 
But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  forever, 

Far  on  high, 

In  the  joy 
That  can  alter  never. 

Rev.  Paul  GerhardL    (1606 — 1676.)    1651. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.    (1S29 — )    1858.  3b, 

IO4  Song- of  the  Angels.  8,  7. 

1  Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  warbling  in  the  skies  ? 
Sure  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Loudest  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy: 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

3  "Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  glory  sing: 
Glad  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 


5° 


CHRIST. 


5  "Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him; 

Learn  His  name  and  taste  His  joy: 
Till  in  heaven  you  sing  before  Him, 
'Glory  be  to  God  most  high.'  " 

6  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth, 
Spread  the  brightness  of  His  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

Rev.  John  Cawood.    (1775 — 1852.)    1819. 
105  Desired  0/  all  Nations.  8,7. 

1  Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  Thy  people  free : 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Rorn  Thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 17S8.)    1744. 

1  O  O  T/ie  slad  Song.  8,7. 

i   Hark,  the  hosts  of  heaven  are  singing 
Praises  to  their  new-born  Lord, 
Strains  of  sweetest  music  flinging, 
Not  a  note  or  word  unheard. 

2  On  this  night,  all  nights  excelling, 

God's  high  praises  sounded  forth, 
While  the  angels'  songs  were  telling 
Of  the  Lord's  mysterious  birth. 

3  Through  the  darkness,  strangely  splendid 

Flashed  the  light  on  shepherds'  eyes; 
As  their  lowly  flocks  they  tended, 
Came  new  tidings  from  the  skies. 

4  All  the  hosts  of  heaven  are  chanting 

Songs  with  power  to  stir  and  thrill, 
And  the  universe  is  panting 
Jt>y's  deep  longings  to  fulfil. 


5   On  this  day  then  through  creation 
Let  the  glorious  hymn  ring  out ; 
Let  men  hail  the  great  salvation, 

"God  with  us,"  with  song  and  shout. 

Rev.  Edward  Hayes  Plumptre.    (1821 — )    ;866.  ab. 

1  O/  Praise  for  Redemption.  3,  7. 

i   Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  Thee, 
May  a  mortal  sing  Thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels, 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 

2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  cf  eternal  days, 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  Thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

3  For  the  grandeur  of  Thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought : 

4  For  Thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow; 
Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 

5  For  Thy  rich,  Thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  though  veiled  in  darkness  lcr.~, 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression; 
Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song? 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson.     (1735 — 1790.)   1774.  alt. 
I OO  Christ  Praised.  3,  7. 

1  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  Thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 

Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence, 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

2  Did  archangels  sing  Thy  coming? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays? 
Shame  would  cover  me  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

3  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe — 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives : 
Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow. 

4  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  Thy  footstool,  take  Thy  throne  ; 
Thence  return  and  reign  forcer ; 
Be  the  Kingdom  all  Thine  own. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson.   1774.  si.  alt. 


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IOy  "  O  sola  magnarum  urbium."  *>,  7- 

i  Bethlehem,  of  noblest  cities 

None  can  once  with  thee  compare ; 
Thou  alone  the  Lord  from  Heaven 
Didst  for  us  Incarnate  bear. 

2  Fairer  than  the  sun  at  morning 

Was  the  star  that  told  His  birth; 
To  the  lands  their  God  announcing, 
Hid  beneath  a  form  of  earth. 

3  By  its  lambent  beauty  guided, 

See,  the  Eastern  kings  appear; 
See  them  bend,  their  gifts  to  offer, 
Gifts  of  incense,  gold,  and  myrrh. 

4  Offerings  of  mystic  meaning: 

Incense  doth  the  God  disclose; 
Gold  a  royal  child  proclaimeth ; 
Myrrh  a  future  tomb  foreshows. 

5  Holy  Jesus,  in  Thy  brightness 

To  the  Gentile  world  displayed  ! 
With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
Endless  praise  to  Thee  be  paid. 

Aurelius  Clemens  Prudentius.    (348 — 413) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1014 — )    1849. 

I  7®  "  Christ  the  Lord  is  bom  To-day."  7-  D- 

1  Hark  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new  born  King! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  !" 
Joyful  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 

Universal  nature  say, 

"Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day." 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored  ! 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb ! 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail,  the  incarnate  Deity! 
Pleased  as  Man  with  men  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel. 

3  Hail,  the  heavenly  Prince  of  Peace! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 


Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  sWe  them  second  birth. 


4  Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  home ; 

Rise,  the  Woman's  conquering  seed, 

Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 

Now  display  Thy  saving  power, 

Ruined  nature  now  restore ; 

Now  in  mystic  union  join 

Thine  to  ours,  and  ours  to  Thine. 

5  Adam's  likeness,  Lord,  efface, 
Stamp  Thy  image  in  its  place; 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  Thy  love. 

Let  us  Thee,  though  lost,  regain, 
Thee,  the  Life,  the  Inner  man  : 
O,  to  all  Thyself  impart, 
Formed  in  each  believing  heart. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1739   alt. 
I'7^         The  Names  and  Offices  of  Christ.  7-  L)- 

i   Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
For  to  us  a  Child  is  born ; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given. 
On  His  shoulder  He  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty,  and  wear 
On  His  vesture  and  His  thigh 
Names  most  awful,  names  most  high. 

2  Wonderful  in  counsel,  He, 
The  incarnate  Deity, 
Sire  of  ages  ne'er  to  cease, 
King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  Peace. 
Come  and  worship  at  His  feet, 
Yield  to  Christ  the  homage  meet; 
From  His  manger  to  His  throne, 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 

James  Montgomery.     (1771 — 1854.)    I8S3- 

It-,  r-%  The  Coming  of  the  Messiah  7 . 

/  *  Is.  ix.  6. 

1  Hail,  all  hail  the  joyful  morn  ! 

Tell  it  forth  from  earth  to  heaven, 
That  "  to  us  a  Child  is  born," 
That  "  to  us  a  Son  is  given." 

2  Angels  bending  from  the  sky, 

Chanted  at  the  wondrous  birth, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Peace,  good-will  to  man  on  earth." 


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3  Him  prophetic  strains  proclaim 

King  of  kings,  the  Incarnate  Word ; 
Great  and  wonderful  His  name, 
Prince  of  Peace,  the  Mighty  God. 

4  Join  we  then  our  feeble  lays, 

To  the  chorus  of  the  sky; 
And,  in  songs  of  grateful  praise, 
Glory  give  to  God  on  high. 

Miss  Harriet   Auber.    (1773 — 1862.)    1829. 
/  O        Response  to  the  Song  0/  the  A  ngels.  7  • 

i   Hail  the  night,  all  hail  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  : 
When,  amid  the  watchful  fold, 
Tidings  good  the  angel  told. 

2  Now  our  solemn  chant  we  raise 
Duly  to  the  Saviour's  praise; 
Now  with  carol  hymns  we  bless 
Christ  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  resounds  the  joyful  cry, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men!" 
Gladly  we  respond,  "Amen  !" 

4  We  in  perfect  peace  would  live, 
We  to  God  would  glory  give ; 
Lauding,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

From  the  German.    The  Sabbath  Hymn  Book.    1858.  ab. 

It-,  a         " Watchman,  what  of the  Night  f"  7 

74  is.  xxi.  11.  7 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are: 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 
See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 

2  Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? 
Traveller,  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  : 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveller,  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


5  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn : 

Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home: 
Traveller,  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 

Sir  John  Bowring.    (1792 — 1S72.)   1825.   si.  alt 
175  The  Star  of  Jacob.  7- 

i   Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star: 
Jacob's  Star, that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewildered  nature  right. 

2  Fear  not  hence  that  ill  should  flow, 
Wars  or  pestilence  below : 

Wars  it  bids  and  tumults  cease, 
Ushering  in  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Mild  He  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death, 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night, 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

4  Nations  all,  far  off  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  God  appear ; 
Haste,  for  Him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  Him  manifested  there. 

5  There  behold  the  day-spring  rise, 
Pouring  eye-sight  on  your  eyes; 
God  in  His  own  light  survey, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 17S8.)    1735. 
I  7^  The  angelic  Choir.  H.  M. 

1  Hark,  what  celestial  sounds, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ? 
Soft  warbling  to  the  morn, 

It  strikes  the  ravished  ear ; 
Now  all  is  still;         I  In  tuneful  notes, 
Now  wild  it  floats     |  Loud,  sweet,  and  shrilL 

2  The  angelic  hosts  descend 

With  harmony  divine ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 

And  in  full  chorus  join  : 
"Fear  not,"  say  they;    I  Jesus,  your  King, 
"Great  joy  we  bring:    |  Is  born  to-day. 

3  "  He  comes,  your  souls  to  save 

From  death's  eternal  gloom ; 


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To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 
He  lifts  you  from  the  tomb : 
Your  voices  raise ;  I  Your  songs  unite 

With  sons  of  light  |  Of  endless  praise. 

4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound, 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remotest  bound; 
For  peace  on  earth,       I    To  man  is  given, 
From  God  in  heaven    |    At  Jesus'  birth." 

Salisbury  Collection.     1778.  ab.  and  alt. 
177  Good  Will  to  Men.  H .  M . 

i   Lo,  God,  our  God,  has  come  \ 
To  us  a  Child  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 

Bless,  bless  the  blessed  morn, 
O  happy,  lowly,   lofty  birth, 
Now  God,  our  God,  has  come  to  earth. 

2  Rejoice,  our  God  has  come, 

In  love  and  lowliness  ; 
The  Son  of  God  has  come, 

The  sons  of  men  to  bless : 
God  with  us  now  descends  to  dwell, 
God  in  our  flesh,  Immanuel. 

3  Praise  ye  the  Word  made  flesh  ! 

True  God,  true  man  is  He : 
Praise  ye  the  Christ  of  God  ! 
To  whom  all  glory  be  : 
Praise  ye  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Praise  ye  the  King  that  comes  to  reign. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808—)   1866. 


Unto  us  a  Child  is  torn." 
Is.  ix.  6. 


H.  M. 


178 

1  The  long-expected  morn 

Has  dawned  upon  the  earth ; 
The  Saviour  Christ  is  born, 

And  angels  sing  His  birth : 
We'll  join  the  bright  seraphic  throng, 
We'll  share  their  joys,  and  swell  their  song. 

2  Now  sing  of  peace  divine, 

Of  grace  to  guilty  man  ; 
No  wisdom,  Lord,  but  Thine 

Could  form  the  wondrous  plan : 
Where  peace  and  righteousness  embrace, 
And  justice  goes  along  with  grace. 


3  Give  praise  to  God  on  high, 

With  angels  round  His  throne; 
Give  praise  to  God  with  joy, 
Give  praise  to  God  alone: 
'Tis  meet  His  saints  their  song  should  raise, 
And  give  the  Saviour  endless  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    1806,  1836.  ab. 
■*•/;/  "-Bear  the  Tidings  round."  H.  M. 

i   Hark,  hark,  the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known ; 
Loud  ring  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark,  hark,  the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  His  footsteps  bend; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race, 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  He  can  show : 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 

And  all  His  grace  proclaim  : 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed.    (1787 — 1862.)    1842. 
180 


:  The  Debt  vie  owe." 


H.  M. 


1  Come,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  power  exert 
To  celebrate  His  fame : 
Tell  all  above,  I  The  debt  of  love 

And  all  below,  |  To  Him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  His  starry  crown, 
And  laid  His  robes  aside; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died ; 
What  He  endured,  I  To  save  our  souls 
O  who  can  tell,         |  From  death  and  helL 


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3  From  the  dark  grave  He  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead; 
And  thence  His  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led: 
Up  through  the  sky  I     And  reigns  on  high, 
The  conqueror  rode,  |     The  Saviour,  God. 

4  From  thence  He'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day: 
There  shall  we  see  I       And  ever  be 
His  lovely  face,        |       In  His  embrace. 

5  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  Thy  love ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve: 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  I  The  gift  though  small 
To  Thee  we  give ;     |  Do  Thou  receive. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett.    (1727 — 1795.)    1787. 


I8l 


' '  Good  Tidings  of  great  "Joy. ' ' 
Luke  ii.  10. 


8,7- 


1  AxGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Yc  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing  ; 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light : 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star: 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  His  temple  shall  appear: 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


5   Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence ; 
Mercy  calls  you,  break  your  chains: 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1819,  1825. 
Io2  Christ's  Coming.    .  8,7. 

1  Jesus  came,  the  heavens  adoring, 

Came  with  peace  from  realms  on  high; 
Jesus  came  for  man's  redemption, 
Lowly  came  on  earth  to  die; 

Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  ! 
Came  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus  comes  again  in  mercy, 

When  our  hearts  are  bowed  with  care ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  answer 
To  an  earnest  heartfelt  prayer; 

Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  ! 
Comes  to  save  us  from  despair. 

3  Jesus  comes  to  hearts  rejoicing, 

Bringing  news  of  sins  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Leading  souls  redeemed  to  heaven ; 

Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  ! 
Now  the  gate  of  death  is  riven. 

4  Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow, 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears  ; 
Jesus  comes  whate'er  befalls  us, 

Glads  our  hearts,  and  dries  our  tears ; 

Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  ! 
Cheering  e'en  our  failing  years. 

5  Jesus  comes  on  clouds  triumphant, 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  glory ; 
Let  us  then  our  homage  pay, 
Hallelujah  !  ever  singing, 
Till  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 

Rev.  Godfrey  thrin^.    (1S23— )   1S66. 
I83  "Star  0/ the  East."  II,  IO. 

I  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  i.v: 
morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  usthi"? 
aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  lr.:.!. 


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2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shin- 

ing, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ; 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the   forest,  or  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure: 

Richer  by  far  is  the  hearts  adoration ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

ing, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine 

aid; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (17S3— 1826.)    1S11. 
I04  "  Gelobet  seist  Du,  Jem  Christ."  L.  M. 

i   All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord, 
Clothed  in  the  garb  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  Thy  throne, 
While  world  on  worlds  are  Thine  alone. 

2  Once  did  the  skies  before  Thee  bow; 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  Thee  now : 
Angels  who  did  in  Thee  rejoice 

Now  listen  for  Thine  infant  voice. 

3  A  little  child  Thou  art  our  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  Thee  may  rest; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  Thy  birth, 

That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

4  Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light, 

To  make  us,  in  the  realms  divine, 

Like  Thine  own  angels  round  Thee  shine. 

5  All  this  for  us  Thy  love  hath  done; 
By  this  to  Thee  our  love  is  won : 
For  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 

And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 

Martin  Luther.    (1483 — 1546.)    1524    ab. 


I  Oj  The  Birth  at  Bethlehem.  L.  M. 

1  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill ; 

When  Bethlehem's  shepherds  thro'  the  night 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light : 

2  Hark,  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came; 

High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps,  and  sung  : 

4  "  O  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
Renewed,  creation  smiles  again, 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart, 
Bid  Satan  and  his  host  depart ; 

Again  the  Daystar  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 

Thomas  Campbell.    (1777 — 1844.)    1S20.  ab. 
lOU  "  Qua.  stella  sole pukhrior."  L.  M. 

1  WHAT  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright, 
Which  shame  the  sun's  less  radiant  light? 
It  shines  to  announce  a  new-born  King, 
Glad  tidings  of  our  God  to  bring. 

2  'Tis  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed, 
"From  Jacob  shall  a  star  proceed:" 
And  lo,  the  Eastern  sages  stand, 

To  read  in  heaven  the  Lord's  command. 

3  While  outward  signs  the  star  displays, 
An  inward  light  the  Lord  conveys, 
And  urges  them,  with  force  benign> 

To  seek  the  Giver  of  the  sign. 

4  True  love  can  brook  no  dull  delay, 
Nor  toil  nor  dangers  stop  their  way : 
Home,  kindred,  fatherland,  and  all, 
They  leave  at  once,  at  God's  high  call. 

5  O  Jesus,  while  the  star  of  grace 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  Thy  face, 
May  we  no  more  that  grace  repel, 

Or  quench  that  light  which  shines  so  well. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin.    (1676 — 1749.)    1736.  alt. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1806—)    1837.  ab. 


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I  o7  The  Star  of  Bethlehem.  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky; 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  through  thestorm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Henry  Kirke  White.    (1785— 1806.)    1806. 
lOO     "  yon  Iliminei  hoch  da  komm  ich  her" 

1  GOOD  news  from  heaven  the  angels  bring, 
Glad  tidings  to  the  earth  they  sing : 

To  us  this  day  a  Child  is  given, 

To  crown  us  with  the  joy  of  heaven. 

2  This  is  the  Christ,  our  God  and  Lord, 
Who  in  all  need  shall  aid  afford: 

He  will  Himself  our  Saviour  be, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free. 

3  To  us  that  blessedness  He  brings, 
Which  from  the  Father's  bounty  springs: 
That  in  the  heavenly  realm  we  may 
With  Him  enjoy  eternal  day. 

4  Were  earth  a  thousand  times  as  fair, 
Beset  with  gold  and  jewels  rare, 
She  yet  were  far  too  poor  to  be 

A  narrow  cradle,  Lord,  for  Thee. 


5  Ah,  dearest  Jesus,  Holy  Child, 
Make  Thee  a  bed,  soft,  undefiled, 
Within  my  heart,  that  it  may  be 
A  quiet  chamber  kept  for  Thee. 

Martin  Luther.    {1843 — 1546.)    1535. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Arthur  Tozer  Russell.    (10^ — )    1848.  ab. 

^"7  Christ  incomparable.  L.  M. 

i  Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet; 
See  in  His  face  what  wonders  meet: 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  His  glory,  or  His  grace. 

2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colors  not  her  own. 

3  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise ; 
There  He  displays  His  powers  abroad, 
And  shines,  and  reigns,  the  incarnate  God 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heaven,  His  full  resemblance  bears; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  Him  face  to  face. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  ab. 

T  r\C\  The  guiding  Star.  7.61. 

AyU  Matt.  ii.  10. 

1  As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright; 
So,  most  gracions  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed, 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  the  mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure,  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  Thee,  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way ; 


CHRIST. 


57 


And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5   In  the  heavenly  country  bright 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun,  which  goes  not  down : 
There  forever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

William  Chatterton  Dix.    (1837 — )   i860. 

191  On  the  Birth  of  Christ.  7 .  6 1. 

i  Amplest  grace  in  Thee  I  find, 
Friend  and  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Richest  merit  to  atone 
For  our  sins  before  the  throne. 

2  Well  might  wondering  angels  cry, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
Lost  mankind  is  found  again." 

3  Join,  my  soul,  their  holy  song, 
Emulate  the  brighter  throng, 
Hail  the  everlasting  Word, 
Welcome  thy  descending  Lord. 

4  Grace  unequalled,  love  unknown ! 
Jesus  lays  aside  His  crown, 

Clothes  Himself  with  flesh  and  blood, 
Takes  the  manhood  into  God. 

Rev.  Augustus  Plontague  Toplady.   (1740 — 1778.)  1759.  ab. 

192  The  guiding  Star.  CM. 

1  BRIGHT  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 

With  mild  benignant  ray, 

The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed, 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

2  But  lo,  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Now  points  to  His  abode  ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
To  guide  us  to  our  God. 

3  O  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads, 

The  gracious  call  obey; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meads, 
The  Christian's  destined  way. 

4  O  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path 

While  light  and  grace  are  given; 


Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  with  Him  in  heaven. 

Miss  Harriet   Aubcr.    (1773 — 1S62.)    1829. 
■*■  Z70  Prayer /or  Guidance.  CM. 

1  O  THOU,  who  by  a  star  didst  guide 

The  wise  men  on  their  way, 
Until  it  came  and  stood  beside 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay; 

2  Although  by  stars  Thou  dost  not  lead 

Thy  servants  now  below, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit,  when  they  need, 
Will  show  them  how  to  go. 

3  As  yet  we  know  Thee  but  in  part : 

But  still  we  trust  Thy  word, 
That  blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  the  Lord. 

4  O  Saviour,  give  us  then  Thy  grace, 

To  make  us  pure  in  heart, 
That  we  may  see  Thee  face  to  face 
Hereafter,  as  Thou  art. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1S1S— :S66.)    i8;o. 
194         The  Angels'  Song  at  Christ's  Birth.       CM. 

i  High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes, 
And  join  the  angelic  throng; 
For  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
To  wake  a  cheerful  song. 

2  Good-will  to  sinful  men  is  shown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given ; 
For  lo,  the  incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  messages  from  heaven. 

3  Justice  and  grace,  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join, 
To  us  a  Child  is  born. 

4  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains, 
In  highest  worlds  be  paid  ; 

His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaimed, 
And  by  our  lives  displayed. 

5  When  shall  we  reach  those  blissful  realms 
Where  Christ  exalted  reigns, 

And  learn  of  the  celestial  choir 
Their  own  immortal  strains? 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.     (1702 — 1751.)    1755.  alt. 


58 


CHRIST. 


1 95  "  Glory  to  God."  C.  M. 

1  ANGELS  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung, 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Mortals,  awake;  let  every  tongue 
Proclaim  His  matchless  worth. 

2  Glory  to  God,  who  dwells  on  high, 

And  sent  His  only  Son 
To  take  a  servant's  form,  and  die 
For  evils  we  had  done. 

3  Good-will  to  men  ;  ye  fallen  race, 

Arise,  and  shout  for  joy; 
He  comes,  with  rich,  abounding  grace 
To  save,  and  not  destroy. 

4  Lord,  send  the  gracious  tidings  forth, 

And  fill  the  world  with  light, 
That  Jew,  and  Gentile,  through  the  earth. 
May  know  Thy  saving  might. 

Rev.  William  Hum.    (1754 — 1S29.)    1813. 


The  Incarnate  Word." 


C.  M. 


i   HoSANNA,  raise  the  pealing  hymn 
To  David's  Son  and  Lord ; 
With  Cherubim  and  Seraphim 
Exalt  the  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna,  Sovereign,  Prophet,  Priest, 

How  vast  Thy  gifts,  how  free : 
Thy  blood,  our  life ;   Thy  word,  our  feast ; 
Thy  Name,  our  only  plea. 

3  Hosanna,  Master,  lo,  we  bring 

Our  offerings  to  Thy  throne ; 
Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  Thine  own. 

4  Hosanna,  once  Thy  gracious  ear 

Approved  a  lisping  throng ; 
Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

5  O  Saviour,  if,  redeemed  by  Thee, 

Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

Rev.  William  Henry  Havergal.   (1793 — 1870.)  1838.  ab. 
■*■  V  /  "  Divine  crescebas  puer."  CM. 

I   In  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child, 
With  death  before  His  eyes; 
A  Lamb  unblemished,  meek,  and  mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 


2  The  Son  of  God  His  glory  hides 

With  parents  mean  and  poor; 
And  He  who  made  the  Heaven  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 

3  Those  Mighty  Hands  that  stay  the  sky 

No  earthly  toil  refuse  ; 
And  He  who  set  the  stars  on  high 
A  humble  trade  pursues. 

4  He  whom  the  choirs  of  angels  praise, 
At  whose  command  they  fly, 

His  earthly  parents  now  obeys, 
And  lays  His  glory  by. 

Santolius  Victorinus.    (16^0 — 1697.)    ab. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1S06— )    1S37.  alt 


198 


Who  went  about  doing  Good. 
Acts  x   3S. 


C.  M. 


i   Behold,  where,  in  the  Friend  of  man, 
Appears  each  grace  divine ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  His  friends 
A  Friend  and  Servant  found, 

He  washed  their  feet,  He  wiped  their  tears, 
And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  'Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life: 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

5  To  God  He  left  His  righteous  cause, 

And  still  His  task  pursued  ; 
With  humble  prayer,  and  holy  faith, 
His  fainting  strength  renewed. 

6  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  He  bowed,  and  said, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

7  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear; 
O  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

Prof.  William  Enfield.    (1741 — 1797.)    177«- 


CHRIST. 


59 


The  Man  of  Sorrows. 
Is.  HiL  4. 


C.  M. 


199 

1  A  PILGRIM  through  this  lonely  world, 

The  blessed  Saviour  passed; 
A  mourner  all  His  life  was  He, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 

For  all  its  life-blood  gave; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting  place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 

3  Such  was  our  Lord ;  and  shall  we  fear 

The  cross  with  all  its  scorn  ? 
Or  love  a  faithless,  evil  world. 

That  wreathed  His  brow  with  thorn  ? 

4  No,  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 

Like  Him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press,  through  storm  or  calm, 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill. 

5  In  tents  we  dwell  amid  the  waste, 

Nor  turn  aside  to  roam 
In  folly's  paths,  nor  seek  our  rest, 
Where  Jesus  had  no  home. 

6  Dead  to  the  world,  with  Him  who  died 

To  win  our  hearts,  our  love, 
We,  risen  with  our  risen  Head, 
In  spirit  dwell  above. 

7  By  faith,  His  boundless  glories  there 

Our  wondering  eyes  behold: 
Those  glories  which  eternal  years 
Shall  never  all  unfoM. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.    (1796 — )    1839.  ab. 


200 


The  Example  of  Christ. 
1  Pet.  ii.  2i. 


L.  M. 


i  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  ; 


Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 

201  Christ  in  the  Desert.  L.  M 

1  AWHILE  in  spirit.  Lord,  to  Thee 
Into  the  desert  would  we  flee; 
Awhile  upon  the  barren  steep 
Thy  Fast  with  Thee  in  spirit  keep ; 

2  Awhile  from  Thy  temptation  learn 
The  daily  snares  of  sin  to  spurn, 
And  in  our  hearts  to  feel  and  own 
Man  liveth  not  by  bread  alone. 

3  And  while  at  Thy  command  we  pray, 
Give  us  our  bread  from  day  to  day, 
May  we  with  Thee,  O  Christ,  be  fed, 
Thou  Word  of  God,  Thou  Living  Bread. 

4  Incarnate  Lord,  we  come  to  Thee, 
Thou  knowest  our  infirmity ;     • 
Be  Thou  our  Helper  in  the  strife, 
Be  Thou  our  true,  our  inward  Life. 

Rev.  Joseph  Francis  Thrupp.    i860  ? 

202  The  Miracles  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ; 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live ; 

The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  His  name. 

2  Thus  doth  the  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son ; 
The  Father  vindicates  His  cause, 
While  He  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies,  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood; 
He  rises,  the  triumphant  God: 
Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 

No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 
I 

4  Hence,  and  for  ever,  from  my  heart, 

I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     1709. 


" fordanis  oras pr&zia  -.'ox  ecce 
Baptista:  quatit." 


203 

I  On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh : 
Come  then  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 


L.  M. 


6o 


CHRIST. 


2  E'en  now  the  air,  the  sea,  the  land, 
Feel  that  their  Maker  is  at  hand ; 
The  very  elements  rejoice, 

And  welcome  Him  with  cheerful  voice. 

3  Then  cleansed  be  every  Christian  breast, 
And  furnished  for  so  great  a  Guest; 
Yea,  let  us  each  our  hearts  prepare 

For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 

4  For  Thou  art  our  Salvation,  Lord, 
Our  Refuge,  and  our  great  Reward ; 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decayed. 

5  Stretch  forth  Thy  hand  to  heal  our  sore, 
And  make  us  rise  to  fall  no  more ; 
Once  more  upon  Thy  people  shine, 
And  fill  the  world  with  love  divine. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin.    (1676—1749.)    1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1814 — )    1837.  ab. 

204  Christ's  Works  of  Mercy.  L.  M. 

i  When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  sojourned  here., 
Where'er  He  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  drooping  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night 
Beheld  His  face,  for  He  was  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  His  praises  sung. 

3  Demoniac  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
With  melancholy  transport  smiled; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

4  His  touch  the  outcast  leper  healed, 
His  lips  the  sinner's  pardon  sealed; 
Warm  tears  o'er  Lazarus  He  shed, 
Then  spake  the  word  that  raised  the  dead. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1797.  ab. 


Christ's  Teaching: 
Luke  iv.  22. 


L.  M. 


205 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  fillel  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  He  came,  of  heaven  He  spoke, 
To  heaven  He  led  His  followers'  way; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  He  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 


3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  My  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest  :" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  Thee,  love  Thee,  and  be  blest. 

4  Decay  then,  tenements  of  dust ; 
Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  : 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

Sir  John  Bowring.    (1792 — 1872.)    1823. 
20O  fhe  Meekness  oj  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God. 

2  O  who  like  Thee,  so  mild,  so  bright, 
Thou  Son  of  Man,  Thou  Light  of  Light, 
O  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient,  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O  who  like  Thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  so  lowly,  yet  so  high, 

So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  And  death,  that  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  Thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

j  5  O  wondrous  Lord,  my  soul  would  be 
Still  more  and  more  conformed  to  Thee, 
And  learn  of  Thee,  the  lowly  One, 
And  like  Thee,  all  my  journey  run. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe.     (1818 — )  1840,  1869.  ab, 
207  Hymn  to  Jesus.  C.  M. 

i  O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 
Which  Thou  on  earth  hast  trod, 
To  man  Thy  wondrous  love  and  grace, 
Thy  faithfulness  to  God: — 

Thy  love,  by  man  so  sorely  tried, 
Proved  stronger  than  the  grave ; 

The  very  spear  that  pierced  Thy  side 
Drew  forth  the  blood  to  save. 

Faithful  amidst  unfaithfulness, 

Midst  darkness  only  light, 
Thou  didst  Thy  Father's  name  confess, 

And  in  His  will  delight. 


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61 


4  Unmoved  by  Satan's  subtle  wiles, 

Or  suffering  shame,  and  loss, 
Thy  path,  uncheeredby  earthly  smiles, 
Led  only  to  the  cross. 

5  O  Lord,  with  sorrow  and  with  shame, 

We  meekly  would  confess 
How  little  we  who  bear  Thy  name, 
Thy  mind,  Thy  ways,  express. 

6  Give  us  Thy  meek,  Thy  lowly  mind : 

We  would  obedient  be ; 
And  all  our  rest  and  pleasure  find 
In  fellowship  with  Thee. 

James  George  Deck.    1838. 
<j/\Q  "  Grace  is  poured  into  Thy  Lips."  C.  M. 

^UO  PS.    Xlv.    2. 

i   What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 
Around  Thy  steps  below : 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  Forever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  O    give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee, 

Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve, 
Far  more  for  others'  sins,  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye 

In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 
That  gentleness  and  grace  that  springs 
From  union,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.    (1796 — )    1839. 


The  Demoniac  of  Gadara. 
Mark  v.  1 — 21. 


C.  M. 


209 

1  The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 

Each  wave  a  watery  hill ; 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  His  sleep . 
He  spake,  and  all  was  still. 

2  The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 

His  mansion  of  despair: 
Woe  to  the  traveller  who  strayed 
With  heedless  footsteps  there. 


3  The  chains  hung  broken  from  his  arm, 

Such  strength  can  hell  supply; 
And  fiendish  hate,  and  fierce  alarm, 
Flashed  from  his  hollow  eye. 

4  He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild ; 
And  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 
Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 

5  O,  madder  than  the  raving  man, 

O,  deafer  than  the  sea : 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  to  me. 

6  Yet  could  I  hear  Him  once  again, 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  He  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783— 1S26.)    1827.  ab. 
210     "  o  Where  is  He  that  trod  the  Sea."     C.  M.  i>. 

1  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

O,  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  demons  from  their  victims  flee, 

The  dead  their  slumbers  break ; 
The  palsied  rise  in  freedom  strong, 

The  dumb  men  talk  and  sing, 
And  from  blind  eyes,  benighted  4ong, 

Bright  beams  of  morning  spring. 

2  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

O,  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  dark  waves,  rolling  heavily, 

A, glassy  smoothness  take; 
And  lepers,  whose  own  flesh  has  been 

A  solitary  grave, 
See  with  amaze  that  they  are  clean, 

And  cry,  'Tis  He  can  save. 

3  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

'T  is  only  He  can  save ; 
To  thousands  hungering  wearily, 

A  wondrous  meal  He  gave : 
Full  soon,  celestially  fed. 

Their  mystic  fare  they  take  ; 
'T  was  springtide  when  He  blest  the  bread, 

And  harvest  when  He  brake 

4  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

My  soul,  the  Lord  is  here: 
Let  all  thy  fears  be  hushed  in  thee; 
To  leap,  to  look,  to  hear, 


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CHRIST. 


Be  thine:   thy  needs  He  '11  satisfy: 
Art  thou  diseased,  or  dumb  ? 

Or  dost  thou  in  thy  hunger  cry? 
"I  come,"  saith  Christ,  "I  come." 

Rev.  Thomas  Toke  Lynch.    (1818 — 1871.;    1855.  ab. 


211 


' '  Strong;  to  lieal  and  save. ' 
Matt.  xiv.  35,  36. 


i   Thine  arm,  O  Lord,  in  days  of  old 

Was  strong  to  heal  and  save; 
It  triumphed  o'er  disease  and  death, 

O'er  darkness  and  the  grave : 
To  Thee  they  went,  the  blind,  the  dumb, 

The  palsied  and  the  lame, 
The  leper  with  his  tainted  life, 

The  sick  with  fevered  frame. 

2  And  lo,  Thy  touch  brought  life  and  health, 

Gave  speech,  and  strength,  and  sight; 
And  youth  renewed  and  frenzy  calmed 

Owned  Thee,  the  Lord  of  Light: 
And  now,  O  Lord,  be  near  to  bless, 

Almighty  as  of  yore, 
In  crowded  street,  by  restless  couch, 

As  by  Gennesareth's  shore. 

3  Be  Thou  our  great  Deliverer  still, 

Thou  Lord  of  life  and  death ; 
Restore  and  quicken,  soothe  and  bless 

With  Thine  almighty  breath. 
To  bauds  that  work  and  eyes  that  see 

Give  wisdom's  heavenly  lore, 
That  whole  and  sick,  and  weak  and  strong,  2 

May  praise  Thee  evermore. 

Rev.  Edward  Hayes  Plumptre.    (1821— )     1866.      I 


212 


"  It  is  good  for  us  to  be  here.' 
Matt.  xvii.  4. 


L.  M.  D. 

i  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

High  on  the  mountain  here  with  Thee; 
Where  stand  revealed  to  mortal  gaze 
Those  glorious  saints  of  other  days ; 
Who  once  received  on  Horeb's  height 
The  eternal  laws  of  truth  and  right ; 
Or  caught  the  still  small  whisper,  higher 
Than  storm,  than  earthquake,  or  than  fire. 

2  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

With  Thee,  and  with  Thy  faithful  Three: 
Here,  where  the  apostle's  heart  of  rock 
Is  nerved  against  temptation's  shock ; 
Here,  where  the  son  of  thunder  learns 
The  tho't  thatbrcathes,andwordthatburns; 


Here,  wnere  on  eagle's  wings  we  move 
With  Him  whose  last  best  creed  is  love. 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  enwrapt,  alone  with  Thee ; 
And  watch  Thy  glistering  raiment  glow 
Whiter  than  Hermon's  whitest  sno.v  ; 
The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine: 
Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  Face. 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Here  on  the  holy  mount  with  Thee : 
When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 
When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light, 
We  bow  before  the  heavenly  Voice 
That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice. 
Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim, 
"This  is  My  Son,  O  hear  ye  Him." 

Rev.  Arthur  Penrhyn  Stanley.    (1815 — )    1872. 
'  •*■  ,J  "  Coelestis  formam  gloriae."         L.  M.  n. 

O  WONDROUS  type,  O  vision  fair 
Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share. 
Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  shows, 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  He  glows ! 
From  age  to  age  the  tale  declare, 
How  with  the  three  disciples  there, 
Where  Moses  and  Elias  meet, 
The  Lord  holds  converse  high  and  sweet 

The  law  and  prophets  there  have  place, 
Two  chosen  witnesses  of  grace  ; 
The  Father's  voice  from  out  the  cloud 
Proclaims  His  Only  Son  aloud. 
With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above 
Who  joy  in  God  with  perfect  love. 

Sarum  Breviary.    15th  cent. 
.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1S18— 1866.)    1861.  ab. 

■!■  H-  "  Exultct  cor  pracordiis."  L.  M. 

Let  every  heart  exulting  beat 
With  joy  at  Jesus'  name  of  bliss : 

With  every  pure  delight  replete 
And  passing  sweet  its  music  is. 

Jesus  the  comfortless  consoles, 
Jesus  each  sinful  fever  quells, 

Jesus  the  power  of  hell  controls, 
Jesus  each  deadly  foe  repels. 


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3  0  speak  His  lofty  Name  abroad ! 

Jesus  let  every  tongue  confess, 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
The  Healer  of  our  souls  to  bless. 

4  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  abide 

With  us,  and  hearken  to  our  prayer; 
Thy  frail  and  erring  wanderers  guide, 
And  all  our  dread  transgressions  spare. 

Unknown  Author,  of  ancient  date. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  David  Chambers.    1857.  ab.  and  alt. 


'  Greater  Love  hath  no  Man  than  this."  L.  M. 


215 

1  "See  how  He  loved  !"  exclaimed  the  Jews, 

As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell : 
My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

2  See  how  He  loved,  who  travelled  on, 

Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies; 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  be  gone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

3  See  how  He  loved,  who,  firm  yet  mild, 

Patient  endured  the  scoffing  tongue: 
Though  oft  provoked,  He  ne'er  reviled, 
Or  did  His  greatest  foe  a  wrong. 

4  See  how  He  loved,  who  never  shrank 

From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  His  breath. 

5  Such  love  can  we  unmoved  survey? 

O  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow 
To  tread  His  steps,  His  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affections  show. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Bache.    (1744 — 1808.) 
210  What  Christ  did  for  me.  L.  M. 

1  In  love,  the  Father's  sinless  child 

Sojourned  at  Nazareth  for  me : 
With  sinners  dwelt  the  Undefiled, 
The  Holy  One  in  Galilee. 

2  Jesus,  whom  angel  hosts  adore, 

Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me : 
In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  poor, 
That  I,  through  Him,  enriched  might  be. 

3  Though  Lord  of  all,  above,  below, 

He  went  to  Olivet  for  me : 
He  drank  my  cup  of  wrath  and  woe, 
And  bled  in  dark  Gethsemane. 


4  The  ever-blessed  Son  of  God 

Went  up  to  Calvary  for  me; 
There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load 
In  His  own  body  on  the  tree. 

5  Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies, 

Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me ; 
There  overcame  my  enemies, 
There  won  the  glorious  victory. 

6  'Tis  finished  all :  the  veil  is  rent, 

The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free ; 
Now  then,  we  leave  our  banishment, 
O  Father,  to  return  to  Thee  ! 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (i8c8 — )    1857.  ab. 

2  j  t-j        The  triumphal  Entry  into  Jerusalem.     L.  M. 
■»■  /  Matt.,  xxi.  1— 11. 

i   RlDE  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

Hark,  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry ; 
O  Saviour  meek,  pursue  Thy  road 

With  palms  and  scattered  garments  strowed. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  : 

0  Christ,  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes 
To  see  the  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh : 

The  Father  on  His  sapphire  Throne 
Expects  His  own  anointed  Son. 

5  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  : 

Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 

Then  take,  O  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 

Rev.  Henry  Hart  Milman.    (1791 — 1868.)    1827.  alt 
"  *  O  Hosanna  to  the  Son  0/  David. 

1  To  Thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise, 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  King ! 

Inspired  with  joy  at  Thine  approach, 
Thy  children  loud  hosannas  sing. 

2  Hail,  Israel's  King!  Hail,  David's  Son  ! 
Hail,  Thou  that  in  Jehovah's  name 

Didst  come  Thy  people  to  redeem, 
And  comest  now  Thy  crown  to  claim ! 


L.  M. 


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3  Then,  in  Thy  way  to  Salem's  courts, 
They  met  Thee  with  triumphal  palms ; 

Now,  for  Thy  glad  return  we  watch 

With  longingprayers,  and  vows,  and  psalms. 

4  Then,  from  the  shouts  of  fickle  joy 
Thou  passedst  to  Thy  cross,  Thy  grave; 

Now,  from  the  dawn  of  endless  day, 
We  welcome  Him  that  comes  to  save. 

5  To  Thee,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  King, 
To  Thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise  ! 

At  Thine  approach,  with  joy  inspired, 
Thy  children  loud  hosannas  raise. 

Bp.  Theodulph  of  Orleans.    ( — 821.) 
Tr.  by  C.  1861. 

™  ■*•  "  "  Hosanna  in  the  highest."  L.   M. 

1  What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 

Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains? 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
Sweetly  resound  from  Zion's  hill  ? 

2  Lo,  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 

Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  :         • 
The  Saviour  comes,  and  babes  proclaim 
Salvation  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 

For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise ; 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press, 
To  hail  the  Lord  their  Righteousness. 

4  Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart 

Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart : 
He  bled  for  us,  He  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  sing  hosanna  too. 

5  Proclaim  hosannas.  loud  and  clear ; 

See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear: 
Glory  and  praise  on  earth  be  given ; 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  heaven. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1829. 
^^U  Christ  in  Cethsemane.  L.  M. 

1  'T  IS  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow 

The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone : 
'Tis  midnight;  in  the  garden,  now, 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'T  is  midnight ;  and  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 
E'en  that  disciple  whom  He  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 


3  'Tis  midnight;   and  for  others' guilt 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blcod; 
Yet  He  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight;  and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

Rev.  William  Bingham  Tappan.    (1794— 1S49.)    1819. 
221  <■  Behold  the  Man .'"  L .  M. 

1  Behold  the  Man  !  How  glorious  He: 

Before  His  foes  He  stands  unawed, 
And  without  wrong  or  blasphemy, 
He  claims  equality  with  God. 

2  Behold  the  Man  !  By  all  condemned, 

Assaulted  by  a  host  of  foes ; 
His  person  and  His  claim  contemned, 
A  Man  of  sufferings  and  of  woes. 

3  Behold  the  Man  !  He  stands  alone, 

His  foes  are  ready  to  devour; 
Not  one  of  all  His  friends  will  own 
Their  Master  in  this  trying  hour. 

4  Behold  the  Man!  Though  scorned  below, 

He  bears  the  greatest  name  above; 
The  angels  at  His  footstool  bow, 
And  all  His  royal  claims  approve. 

5  Behold  the  Man  !  a  King  He  is, 

His  throne  is  built  in  heaven  above, 
And  there  the  people  who  are  His 
Shall  see  His  face,  and  sing  His  love. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1835 )    1804   ab 
.222  Christ's  Passion.  L.  M. 

1 1   The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place 

Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer; 
Through  yielding  glooms  behold  His  face, 

Nor  form,  nor  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Brought  forth  to  judgment,  now  He  stands 

Arraigned,  condemned,  at  Pilate's  bar ; 

Here,  spurned  by  fierce  praetorian  bands, 

There,  mocked  by  Herod's  men  of  war. 

3  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn, 

Mock-homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee, 
The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn, 
The  scourge,  the  nail,  the  accursed  tree. 


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4  No  guile  within  His  mouth  is  found; 

He  neither  threatens,  nor  complains ; 
Meek  as  a  lamb,  for  slaughter  bound, 
Dumb  'midst  His  murderers  He  remains. 

5  But  hark,  He  prays,  'tis  for  His  foes; 

He  speaks,' 'tis  comfort  to  His  friends; 
Answers,  and  paradise  bestows ; 

He  bows  His  head,  the  conflict  ends. 

James  Montgomery.   1819,  1825.  ab. 
^^3  Christ's  Agony  in  the  Garden.  7'  61. 

i   Many  woes  had  Christ  endured. 

Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient  and  to  pains  inured; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour  see 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt : 

This,  through  grace,  can  be  believed ; 
But  the  horrors  which  He  felt 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 

4  Sins  against  a  holy  God, 

Sins  against  His  righteous  laws, 
Sins  against  His  love,  His  blood, 

Sins  against  His  name  and  cause, 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea — 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 

5  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone : 

None  a  Saviour  more  can  need ; 
Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none; 

No,  not  one  good  work  to  plead : 
Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
Only  in  Gethsemane. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart.    (1712 — 1768.)    1759.  ab.  and  alt. 


224  "By  Thy  Night  0/  Agony." 

I   LORD,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day, 
Ere  from  us  it  pass  away, 


7.  61. 


On  our  knees  we  fall  and  pray ; 
Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  tears, 
Fill  us  with  heart-searching  fears, 
Ere  that  day  of  doom  appears. 

2  By  Thy  night  of  agony, 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry, 
By  Thy  willingness  to  die, 
By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 
For  Jerusalem  below, 

Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

3  Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour, 
Kneeling  lowly  at  the  door, 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 
Judge  and  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Grant  us,  when  we  see  Thy  face, 
With  Thy  ransomed  ones  a  place. 

Rev.  Isaac  Williams.    (1802 — 1865.)    1844.  ab.  and  alt. 
22^  "  venit  e  ccelo  Mediator  alto."       8,  7 .  61. 

i  Zion's  Daughter,  weep  no  more, 

Though  thy  troubled  heart  be  sore: 
•    He  of  Whom  the  Psalmist  sung, 

He  Who  woke  the  Prophet's  tongue, 

Christ  the  Mediator  blest, 

Brings  thee  everlasting  rest. 

2  In  a  garden,  man  became 

Heir  of  sin,  and  death,  and  shame: 
Jesus  in  a  garden  wins 
Life,  and  pardon  for  our  sins; 
Through  His  hour  of  agony 
Praying  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  for  us  He  intercedes ; 
There  with  God  the  Father  pleads; 
Willing  there  for  us  to  drain 

To  the  dregs  the  cup  of  pain, 

That  in,  everlasting  day 

He  may  wipe  our  tears  away. 

4  Therefore  to  His  name  be  given 
Glory  both  in  earth  and  heaven  ; 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Honor,  praise,  and  glory  be, 
Now  and  through  eternity. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821— )    1861. 


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220         Christ  our  Example  in  Suffering.      8,  7.  61. 

i   Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour: 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  ! 

0  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete: 
"It  is  finished,"  hear  the  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay: 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away? 
Christ  is  risen ;  He  meets  our  eyes  ; 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1822,   1853. 
2  2  /  T  -was  I  that  did  it.  CM. 

i    I  SEE  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 

1  mark  their  wrathful  mien;' 
Their  shouts  of  "crucify"  appall, 

With  blasphemy  between. 

2  And  of  that  shouting  multitude 

I  feel  that  I  am  one ; 
And  in  that  din  of  voices  rude, 
I  recognize  my  own. 

3  I  see  the  scourges  tear  His  back, 

I  see  the  piercing  crown, 
And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock 
I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

4  Around  yon  cross  the  throng  I  see, 

Mocking  the  sufferer's  groan ; 
Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be, 
As  if  I  mocked  alone. 

5  'Twas  I  that  shed  the  sacred  blood, 

I  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 


I  crucified  the  Christ  of  God, 
I  joined  the  mockery. 

6  Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails 
To  cleanse  away  my  sin ; 
And  not  the  less  that  cross  prevails 
To  give  me  peace  within. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )    1857. 
2  2  O  <■  jjis  Hands  and  His  Feet"  C.  M. 

1  For  me  vouchsafed  the  unspotted  Lamb 

His  Father's  wrath  to  bear; 
I  see  His  feet,  and  read  my  name 
Engraven  deeply  there. 

2  Forth  from  the  Lord  His  gushing  blood 

In  purple  currents  ran; 
And  every  wound  proclaimed  aloud 
His  wondrous  love  to  man. 

3  For  me  the  Saviour's  blood  avails, 

Almighty  to  atone ; 
The  hands  He  gave  to  piercing  nails 
Shall  lead  me  to  His  throne. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.   (1740 — 1778.)  1759.3b. 
229  Calvary  and  the  Kingdom.  CM. 

1  To  Calvary,  Lord,  in  spirit  now, 

Our  weary  souls  repair, 
To  dwell  upon  Thy  dying  love, 
And  taste  its  sweetness  there. 

2  Sweet  resting-place  of  every  heart        ; 

That  feels  the  plague  of  sin, 
Yet  knows  that  deep  mysterious  joy, 
The  peace  of  God  within. 

3  There,  through  Thine  hour  of  deepest  woe, 

Thy  suffering  spirit  passed  ; 
Grace  there  its  wondrous  victory  gained, 
And  love  endured  its  last. 

4  Dear  suffering  Lamb,  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 

With  cords  of  love  divine, 
Have  drawn  our  willing  hearts  to  Thee, 
And  linked  our  life  with  Thine. 

5  Thy  sympathies  and  hopes  are  ours : 

Dear  Lord,  we  wait  to  see 
Creation,  all— below,  above, 
Redeemed  and  blest  by  Thee. 

6  Our  longing  eyes  would  fain  behold 

That  bright  and  blessed  brow, 
Once  wrung  with  bitterest  anguish,  wear 
Its  crown  of  glory  now. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.    (1796 — )    1839.  ab. 


CH  RIST. 


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<ynr\  Godly  Sorrow  in  View  of  Christ's  C.  M. 

»  O  l*  Sufferings. 

i  Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !   grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears: 

Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt,  mine  eyes,  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  1  give  myself  away  ; 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  ab. 
231  He  died  for  thee.  CM. 

i   Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree : 
How  vast  the  love  that  Him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark,  how  He  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend : 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'T  is  done,  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul,"  He  cries  : 
See  where  He  bows  His  sacred  head; 
fie  bows  His  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  He'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine: 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  Thine  ? 

Rev.  Samuel  Wesley.    (1662 — 1735.)    1709. 
"O  Kneeling  at  the  Cross.  CM. 

1   O  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed, 
While  on  Thy  cross  I  kneel, 
Gaze  at  Thy  wounded,  fainting  head, 
And  all  Thy  sorrows  feel. 


2  My  heart  dissolves  to  see  Thee  bleed, 

This  heart  so  hard  before  ; 
I  hear  Thee  for  the  guilty  plead, 
And  grief  o'erflows  the  more. 

3  'Twas  for  the  sinful  Thou  didst  die, 
And  I  a  sinner  stand : 

What  love  speaks  from  Thy  dying  eye, 
And  from  each  pierced  hand. 

4  I  know  this  cleansing  blood  of  Thine 

Was  shed,  dear  Lord,  for  me : 
For  me,  for  all,  O  grace  divine  ! 
Who  look  by  faith  on  Thee. 

5  O  Christ  of  God,  O  spotless  Lamb, 

By  love  my  soul  is  drawn  ; 
Henceforth,  for  ever,  Thine  I  am; 
Here  life  and  peace  are  born. 

6  In  patient  hope,  the  cross  I'  11  bear, 

Thine  arm  shall  be  my  stay ; 
And  Thou,  enthroned,  my  soul  shalt  spare, 
On  Thy  great  judgment-day. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (i8cS— )    1867. 
"Jj  "  Scevo  dolor  11 111  turbine."  S.  M. 

1  OVERWHELMED  in  depths  of  woe. 

Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  See  how  the  nails  those  hands 

And  feet  so  tender  rend  ; 
See  down  His  face,  and  neck,  and  breast, 
His  sacred  blood  descend. 

3  Hark,  with  what  awful  cry 

His  Spirit  takes  its  flight, 
That  cry,  it  pierced  His  Mother's  heart, 
And  whelmed  her  soul  in  night. 

4  Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 

Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro  ; 
Tombs  burst;  seas,  rivers,  mountains  quake; 
The  veil  is  rent  in  two. 

5  The  sun  withdraws  his  light ; 

The  midday  heavens  grow  pale ; 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

6  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Come,  youth  and  hoary  hairs, 
Come,  rich  and  poor,  come,  all  mankind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 


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7  Come,  fall  before  His  cross 

Who  shed  for  us  His  blood ; 
Who  died  the  Victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

8  Jesus,  all  praise  to  Thee, 

Our  joy  and  endless  rest ; 
Be  Thou  our  guide  while  pilgrims  here, 
Our  crown  amid  the  blest. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev  Edward  Caswall.    (1814 — )    1849. 

"j4  Faith  in  Christ  our  Sacrifice.  S.  M. 

i  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 

i-\  r\  r±  The  Humiliation  and  Exaltation  0/  Christ. 
*30  Is.  Iiii.  6—i2.  S.  M. 

1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  His  vengeance  pour, 
Upon  the  shepherd's  head. 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 


4  His  honor  and  His  breath 

Were  taken  both  away; 
Joined  with  the  wicked  in  His  death, 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  shall  raise  His  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men  ; 
And  make  Him  see  a  numerous  seed, 
To  recompense  His  pain. 

6  "I'll  give  Him,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"A  portion  with  the  strong; 
*'  He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
"  And  hold  His  honors  long-." 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     17 


236 


S.  M. 


"  Jesus,  the  Christ  0/  God." 

1  JESUS,  the  Christ  of  God, 

The  Father's  blessed  Son, 
The  Father's  bosom  Thine  abode, 
The  Father's  love  Thine  own. 

2  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  us  from  hell  to  raise, 

Hast  shed  Thy  reconciling  blood ; 
We  give  Thee  endless  praise. 

3  God,  and  yet  Man,  Thou  art ; 
True  God,  true  Man  art  Thou ; 

Of  man,  and  of  man's  earth  a  part, 
One  with  us  Thou  art  now. 

4  Great  Sacrifice  for  sin, 

Giver  of  life  for  life, 
Restorer  of  the  peace  within, 
True  Ender  of  the  strife. 

5  To  Thee,  the  Christ  of  God, 

Thy  saints  exulting  sing; 

The  bearer  of  our  heavy  load, 

Our  own  anointed  King. 

6  Rest  of  the  weary,  Thou  ! 

To  Thee,  our  Rest,  we  come ; 
In  Thee  to  find  our  dwelling  now, 
Our  everlasting  home. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )   1861.  ab. 
",j  /  Christ  sent  to  save  us.  S.  M. 

i  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 


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2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love 

Its  chief  beloved  chose, 
And  bade  Him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  'Tvvas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

4  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  His  love, 

And  take  the  offered  peace. 

5  Lord,  we  obey  Thy  call ; 

We  lay  a  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  Thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  Thy  name. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1709.  ab. 
^O®  " Salve,  caput  cruentatum."  7,  6.  D. 

1  O  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown  ; 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine  ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain : 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'T  is  I  deserve  Thy  place ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace, 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide: 
My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  the  cross  expiring, 

I  'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

4  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  Thy  dying  sorrow, 
Thy  pity  without  end  ? 


O  make  me  Thine  forever; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

5  And  when  I  am  departing, 

O  part  not  Thou  from  me ; 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ; 
And  when  my  heart  must  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  mine  anguish, 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 

6  Be  near  me  when  I  'm  dying, 

O  show  Thy  cross  to  me; 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  : 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely,  through  Thy  love. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.    (1091 — 1153.) 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt.    (1606 — 1676.)    1659. 

Rev.  James  Waddell  Alexander.    (1804 — 1859.)    1849.  ab. 

239  Jesus  on  the  Cross.  7,  6.  I 

1  O  JESUS,  we  adore  Thee, 

Upon  the  cross,  our  King: 
We  bow  our  hearts  before  Thee ; 

Thy  gracious  Name  we  sing: 
That  Name  hath  brought  salvation, 

That  Name,  in  life  our  stay  ; 
Our  peace,  our  consolation 

When  life  shall  fade  away. 

2  Yet  doth  the  world  disdain  Thee, 

Still  passing  by  Thy  cross: 
Lord,  may  our  hearts  retain  Thee; 

All  else  we  count  but  loss. 
The  grief  Thy  soul  endured, 

Who  can  that  grief  declare  ? 
Thy  pains  have  thus  assured 

That  Thou  Thy  foes  wilt  spare. 

3  Ah,  Lord,  our  sins  arraigned  Thee, 

And  nailed  Thee  to  the  tree : 
Our  pride,  O  Lord,  disdained  Thee; 

Yet  deign  our  Hope  to  be. 
O  glorious  King,  we  bless  Thee, 

No  longer  pass  Thee  by; 
O  Jesus,  we  confess  Thee 

Our  Lord  enthroned  on  high. 


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4  Thy  wounds,  Thy  grief  beholding, 

With  Thee,  O  Lord,  we  grieve ; 
Thee  in  our  hearts  enfolding, 

Our  hearts  Thy  wounds  receive : 
Lord,  grant  to  us  remission; 

Life  through  Thy  death  restore ; 
Yea,  grant  us  the  fruition 

Of  life  for  evermore. 

Rev.  Arthur  Tozer  Russell.    (1S06 — )    1851. 
^4'"'  Jesu    Intercessor.  7>  6.  D. 

1  O  blessed  feet  of  Jesus, 

Weary  with  seeking  me, 
Stand  at  God's  bar  of  judgment, 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  knees  which  bent  in  anguish 

In  dark  Gethsemane, 
Kneel  at  the  throne  of  glory 

And  intercede  for  me. 

2  O  hands  that  were  extended 

Upon  the  awful  tree, 
Hold  up  those  precious  nail-prints 

Which  intercede  for  me. 
O  side  from  whence  the  spear-point 

Brought  blood  and  water  free, 
For  healing  and  for  cleansing, 

Now  intercede  for  me. 

3  O  head  so  deeply  pierced 

With  thorns  which  sharpest  be, 
Bend  low  before  Thy  Father, 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  sacred  heart,  such  sorrows 

This  world  may  never  see, 
As  those  which  are  Thy  warrant 

To  intercede  for  me. 

4  O  body,  scarred,  and  wounded, 

My  sacrifice  to  be, 
Present  Thy  perfect  offering, 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  loving,  risen  Saviour, 

From  death  and  sorrow  free, 
Though  throned  in  endless  glory, 

Still  intercede  for  me. 

Miss  Margaret  Elizabeth  Winslow.    (1836 — )    1871. 


24I  Jesus   at  the  Door. 

I   O  JESUS,  Thou  art  standing 
Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 


7,  6.  D. 


To  pass  the  threshold  o'er : 
j     Shame  on  us,  Christian  brethren, 
His  Name  and  sign  who  bear, 
O  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us, 
To  keep  Him  standing  there. 

2  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  knocking: 

And  lo,  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  Thy  brow  encircle, 

And  tears  Thy  face  have  marred. 
O  love  that  passeth  knowledge, 

So  patiently  to  wait ! 
O  sin  that  hath  no  equal, 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate ! 

3  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"  I  died  for  you.  My  children, 

And  will  ye  treat  Me  so?" 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  never  more. 

Rev.  William  Walsham  How.    (1823 —     1854. 
£>l\£,    "  The  Fountain  gushing  from  His  Side."  L.M. 

1  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man, 

The  Man  of  Griefs  condemned  for  you: 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinner's  slain, 
Weeping  to  Calvary  pursue. 

2  His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear; 

With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood; 
His  sacred  limbs,  exposed  and  bare, 
Or  only  covered  with  His  blood. 

3  See  there,  His  temples  crowned  with  thorn, 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn, 
The  fountain  gushing  from  His  side. 

4  O  Thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 

How  doth  Thy  heart  to  sinners  move: 
Sprinkle  on  us  Thy  precious  blood. 
And  melt  us  with  Thy  dying  love. 

5  The  rocks  could  feel  Thy  powerful  death, 
And  tremble  and  asunder  part: 

O  rend  with  Thine  expiring  breath 
The  harder  marble  of  my  heart. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)    1742.  ab. 


CHRIST. 


7* 


•"4.3  Gazing  upon  the  Cross.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 

And  gaze  upon  Thy  holy  cross, 
In  love  of  Thee  and  scorn  of  self, 
O  may  we  count  the  world  as  loss. 

2  When  we  behold  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 

And  the  rough  way  that  Thou  hast  trod, 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God. 

3  O  Holy  Lord,  uplifted  high 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  Thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below. 

4  Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see; 
And,  in  the  mystery  of  Thy  death, 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  Thee. 

Rev.  William  Waisham  How.    1854. 
244  "  Our  Lord  is  crucified."  L.  M. 

i   O  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile; 
O  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side; 
O  come,  together  let  us  mourn  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 

While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride? 
Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nailed  ; 

His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried; 
His  failing  eyes  are  dimmed  with  blood, 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  Seven  times  He  spake,  seven  words  of  love; 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross; 

So  may  the  blood  from  out  His  side 
Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

6  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 

Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 
Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  Thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

Rev. Frederick  William Faber.  (1814 — 1863  )  1849.  a^-  andalt 


245  Crucfixion  to  the  World.  L.  M. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree: 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1743.)    1709. 


2,  (L  "  It  is  finished  !"  L    M. 

4U  John  xix.  30. 

i    "'TIS  finished!"  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  His  head,  and  died: 
"  'Tis  finished  !"  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'T  is  finished  !  all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  Prophets  said 

Is  now  fulfilled,  as  was  designed, 
In  Me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'T  is  finished  !   this  My  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  this  My  last  expiring  breath. 

4  'Tis  finished  !  let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 

'Tis  finished!  let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett.    (1727 — 1795.)    1778.  ab. 
247  The  Hiding  of  the  Father  s  Face.         L.  M. 

I  FROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard, 
A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  : 
My  Saviour,  every  mournful  word 
Bespeaks  Thy  soul's  deep  agony. 


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CHRIST. 


2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 

On  Thee,  Thou  spotless,  holy  One ; 
And  all  the  swarming  hosts  of  hell 
Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace, 

These  Thou  could'st  bear,  nor  once  repine ; 
But  when  Jehovah  veiled  His  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  Thine. 

4  Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence. break; 

Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky ; 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul,  awake  ! 
He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

5  Lord,  on  Thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye; 

If  e'er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 
O  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry 

Melt  and  reclaim  my  wandering  soul. 

Rev.  John  William  Cunningham.     (1780 — 1861.)   1820, 


248 


"He  hath  borne  our  Griefs. 
Is.  liii.  4,  5,  12. 


7.  61. 


1  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne ; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn  : 
View  Him  bleeding  on  the  tree  : 
Pouring  out  His  life  for  thee: 

There  thy  every  sin  He  bore ; 
•  Weeping  soul  lament  no  more. 

2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice  : 
There  the  incarnate  Deity 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see ; 
There  His  Father's  absence  mourns, 
Nailed.andbruised,  and  crowned  with  thorns 

3  See  Thy  God  His  head  bow  down, 
Hear  the  Man  of  Sorrows  groan; 
For  thy  ransom,  there  condemned, 
Stripped,  derided,  and  blasphemed ; 
Bleeds  the  guiltless  for  the  unclean, 
Made  an  offering  for  thy  sin. 

4  Cast  Thy  guilty  soul  on  Him, 
Find  Him  mighty  to  redeem; 
At  His  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  His  promise,  trust  His  grace. 

5  Lord,  Thine  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed ; 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  Thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me : 


At  Thy  feet  myself  I  lay ; 
Shine,  O  shine  my  fears  away. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.    (174c 


-1778)    1759- 
1770.  ab. 


249  The    three  Mountai?is.  7- 

1  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  His  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away : 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1812. 

250  " Stabat  Mater  dolorosa."  8,8,7. 

1  Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping, 
There  her  mournful  station  keeping, 

Gazing  on  her  dying  Son: 
There  in  speechless  anguish  groaning, 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning, 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  had  gone. 

2  What  He  for  His  people  suffered, 
Stripes,  and  scoffs,  and  insults  offered, 

His  fond  mother  saw  the  whole: 
Never  from  the  scene  retiring, 
Till  He  bowed  His  head  expiring, 

And  to  God  breathed  out  His  soul. 

3  But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow, 

At  our  Saviour's  cross  to  mourn. 
'T  was  our  sins  brought  Him  from  heaven, 
These  the  cruel  nails  had  driven : 

All  His  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

4  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us, 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us, 

He  His  love  and  power  displayed: 
By  His  stripes  He  wrought  our  healing, 
By  His  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 


CHRIST. 


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5  Jesus,  may  Thy  love  constrain  us, 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  Thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve: 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  Thy  glory  ever  living, 

May  we  in  Thy  glory  live. 

Jacoponi  da  Todi.    ( — 1306.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  JamesWaddell  Alexander.  (1804 — 1859.)! 842. ab. 

251  -  The  Lessons  of  the  Cross.  8,  8,  7. 

1  FROM  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling 

Like  a  trumpet  silver-clear. 
'T  is  the  voice  announcing  pardon, 
//  is  finished,  is  its  burden, 

Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 

2  Peace  that  glorious  blood  is  sealing, 
All  our  wounds  forever  healing, , 

And  removing  every  load ; 
Words  of  peace  that  voice  has  spoken, 
Peace  that  shall  no  more  be  broken, 

Peace  between  the  soul  and  God. 

3  God  is  Love  ; — we  read  the  writing 
Traced  so  deeply  in  the  smiting 

Of  the  glorious  Surety  there. 
God  is  Light ; — we  see  it  teaming, 
Like  a  heavenly  dayspring  gleaming, 

So  divinely  sweet  and  fair. 

4  Cross  of  shame,  yet  tree  of  glory, 
Round  thee  winds  the  one  great  story 

Of  this  ever-changing  earth ; 
Centre  of  the  true  and  holy, 
Grave  of  human  sin  and  folly, 

Womb  of  nature's  second  birth. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )    1866.  ab. 

252  "ft  is  finished.'"  8,  7,  4. 

1  Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky: 

"It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished !"     O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings  without  measure 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord: 

"It  is  finished!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 


3  Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Ol  the  ceremonial  law  ! 
Finished  all  that  God  had  promised ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

Rev.  Jonathan  Evans.    (1749 — 1S09. )    1787.  ab. 
^5«3  f  A  Fountain  opened.  8,7,61. 

1  Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, 
In  a  full,  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 

2  Come  in  poverty  and  meanness, 

Come  defiled,  without,  within; 
From  infection  and  unclean ness, 

From  the  leprosy  of  sin, 
Wash  your  robes  and  make  them  white : 
Ye  shall  walk  with  God  in  light. 

3  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore, 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more :  - 

4  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever ; 

'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood: 
God  is  faithful ;   God  will  never 

Break  His  covenant  in  blood, 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  He  was  glorified. 

James  Montgomery.    1819. 
^j4  " Prome  vocem,  mens,  canoram."    8,  7-  61. 

I  Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising, 
Tell  in  sweet  and  mournful  strain, 

How  the  Crucified,  enduring 

Grief,  and  wounds,  and  dying  pain, 

Freely  of  His  love  was  offered, 
Sinless  was  for  sinners  slain. 


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2  Scourged  with  unrelenting  fury 

For  the  sins  which  we  deplore, 
By  His  livid  stripes  He  heals  us, 

Raising  us  to  fall  no  more : 
All  our  bruises  gently  soothing, 

Binding  up  the  bleeding  sore. 

3  See,  His  hands  and  feet  are  fastened; 

So  He  makes  His  people  free: 
Not  a  wound  whence  blood  is  flowing 

But  a  fount  of  grace  shall  be ; 
Yea  the  very  nails  which  nail  Him 

Nail  us  also  to  the  tree. 

4  Through  His  heart  the  spear  is  piercing, 

Though  His  foes  have  seen  tlim  die; 
Blood  and  water  thence  are  streaming 

In  a  tide  of  mystery, 
Water  from  our  guilt  to  cleanse  us, 

Blood  to  win  us  crowns  on  high. 

5  Jesus,  may  those  precious  fountains 

Drink  to  thirsting  souls  afford; 
Let  them  be  our  cup  and  healing, 

And  at  length  our  full  reward ;. 
So  a  ransomed  world  shall  ever 

Praise  Thee,  its  redeeming  Lord. 

Santolius  Maglorianus.    (1628 — 1684.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821— )    1861. 

255  "  f™  j'ltsta  Conditoris. "  8,7.61. 

1  He,  who  once  in  righteous  vengeance 

Whelmed  the  world  beneath  the  flood, 
Once  again  in  mercy  cleansed  it 

With  His  own  most  precious  blood; 
Coming  from  His  throne  on  high, 
On  the  painful  cross  to  die. 

2  O  the  wisdom  of  the  Eternal ! 

O  its  depth,  and  height  divine  ! 
O  the  sweetness  of  that  mercy 

Which  in  Jesus  Christ  did  shine  ! 
We  were  sinners  doomed  to  die ; 
Jesus  paid  the  penalty. 

3  When  before  the  Judge  we  tremble, 

Conscious  of  His  broken  laws, 
May  the  blood  of  His  atonement 

Cry  aloud,  and  plead  our  cause ; 
Bid  our  guilty  terrors  cease, 
Be  our  pardon  and  our  peace. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1814-   )i84g.  ab.  and  alt. 


25"  Looking  at  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood; 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  His  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death. 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  His  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  Him  there. 

5  Alas,  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  all  my  tears  were  vain ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
For  I  the  Lord  had  slain. 

6  A  second  l#ok  He  gave,  that  said, 
' '  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  mayest  live." 

7  Thus,  while  His  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief,  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  filled, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  Him  I  killed. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)    1779. 
25/  Tlie  Tomb  of  Jesus.  CM. 

1  COME,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lies : 

The  last  sad  rite  is  done ; 
With  aching  hearts,  and  weeping  eyes. 
The  faithful  few  are  gone. 

2  They  washed  with  tears  each  bloody  trace 

On  those  dear  limbs  that  lay ; 
Then  spread  the  napkin  o'er  His  face, 
And  turned  and  went  their  way. 


CHRIST, 


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3  By  the  sealed  stones  with  grounded  spears! 
The  guards  their  vigils  keep  : 
They  wist  not  other  eyes  than  theirs 
Watch  o'er  the  Saviour's  sleep. 


4  All  Heaven  above,  all  Hell  beneath, 

Bright  hope  and  blank  dismay, 
Look  on  to  see  if  grisly  Death 
Can  hold  his  mighty  prey. 

5  Now,  grisly  Death,  thy  powers  combine  ! 

Now  gird  thee  to  the  strife ! 
Yet  needs  there  stronger  arm  than  thine 
To  keep  the  Lord  of  life. 

6  'T  is  done  !  O  Death,  thy  Victor-guest 

Hath  smoothed  thy  visage  grim  ; 
O  Grave,  thou  place  of  blessed  rest 
To  all  who  sleep  in  Him  ! 

Re%'.  Thomas  Edwards  Hankinson.    (1805 — 1843.)    1843. 


258 


Christ  in  the  Tomb.  7.  61. 

i  Resting  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend; 

Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thee  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around  ; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 

Rev.  Thomas  Whytehead.    (1815 — 1843.)    1842.  ab  and  alt. 
259  "All  is  o'er"  7.  61. 

I  All  is  o'er,  the  pain,  the  sorrow, 
Human  taunts  and  fiendish  spite ; 


Death  shall  be  despoiled  to-morrow 

Of  the  prey  he  grasps  to-night; 
Yet  once  more  to  seal  his  doom, 
Christ  must  sleep  within  the  tomb. 


2  Close  and  still  the  cell  that  holds  Him, 
While  in  brief  repose  He  lies; 

Deep  the  slumber  that  enfolds  Him, 

Veiled  awhile  from  mortal  eyes  ; 
Slumber  such  as  needs  must  be 
After  hard-won  victory. 

3  Fierce  and  deadly  was  the  anguish, 

Which  on  yonder  cross  He  bore ; 
How  did  soul  and  body  languish, 

Till  the  toil  of  death  was  o'er : 
But  that  toil,  so  fierce  and  dread, 
Bruised  and  crushed  the' serpent's  head. 

4  Now  to-night,  with  plaintive  voicing, 

Chant  His  requiem  soft  and  low ; 
Loftier  strain  of  loud  rejoicing 

From  to-morrow's  harps  shall  flow : 
"Death  and  hell  at  length  are  slain. 
Christ  hath  triumphed,  Christ  doth  reign." 

Rev.  John  Moultrie.    (1S04  -)    1836.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
260 


"He  is  risen." 
Mark.  xvi.  6. 


1  "CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day," 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say. 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens;  and  earth,  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won. 
Lo,  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo,  He  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise: 
Christ  has  opened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King: 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save : 
Where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head: 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  Cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1739.  ab.  and  alt 


76  CHRIST. 

«"•*  "Surrexit  Christus  hodie."  \ 

1  JESUS  Christ  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy-day; 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured, 
Our  salvation  have  procured : 
Now  above  the  sky  He 's  king, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing. 

4  Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  15th  cent. 
First  three  verses  in  Tate  and  Brady's  Supplement.    1703. 


262 


The  Women  at  the  Sepulchre. 
Luke  xxiv.    1 — 10. 


1  Hail  to  Thee,  our  risen  King, 
Joyfully  Thy  praise  we  sing; 
For,  the  mighty  conflict  o'er, 
Now  Thou  livest  evermore. 

2  Thou  within  the  tomb  hast  slept, 
Angel-guards  Thy  vigil  kept : 
'Twas  their  word  to  Mary  brought 
Tidings  of  the  Lord  she  sought:  — 

3  "  Seek  Him  not  among  the  dead. 
He  is  risen,  as  He  said:" 
Gladdened  by  the  angelic  word. 
Turning,  she  beheld  her  Lord. 

4  Fain  like  Mary,  Lord,  would  we 
In  Thy  glorious  presence  be; 
Hear  Thy  voice,  behold  Thy  face, 
Praise  Thee  for  Thy  wondrous  grace. 

5  Resurrection-life  hast  Thou 
Given  to  Thy  people  now ; 

Haste  the  time  when,  raised  to  Thee, 
We  shall  manifested  be. 

S.  A.    1863.  ab. 
Resurrection  of  Christ. 

i  Angels,  roll  the  rock  away, 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey: 
See,  He  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 


263 


2  '  T  is  the  Saviour,  angels  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  Him  rise 
In  full  triumph  up  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Heaven  displays  her  portals  wide, 
Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride; 
King  of  Glory,  mount  Thy  throne, 
Thy  great  Father's  and  Thine  own. 

5  Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Strike  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres : 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  song, 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong. 

6  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown  and  captived  hell ; 
Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  King? 
Where,  O  death,  thy  mortal  sting? 

Rev.  Thomas  Scott.   ( — 1776.)    1769.  ab. 
204  "The  Lord  is  risen."  7. 

i   CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy-day : 
He  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

2  Lo,  He  rises,  mighty  King : 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Lo,  He  claims  His  native  sky: 
Grave,  v/here  is  thy  victory? 

3  Sinners,  see  your  ransom  paid, 
Peace  with  God  forever  made  : 
With  your  risen  Saviour  rise ; 
Claim  with  Him  the  purchased  skies. 

4  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Our  triumphant  holy-day ; 
Loud  the  song  of  victory  raise ; 
Shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

Rev.  Josiah  Pratt's  (1768 — 1844.)  Collection.   1829. 
™"j  '■  Christies  ist  ersianden."  7- 

1  CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  again, 
Christ  hath  broken  every  chain : 
Hark,  the  angels  shout  for  joy, 
Singing  evermore  on  high. 

2  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss 
Comfortless  upon  the  cross, 


CHRIST. 


77 


Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us,  and  hears  our  cry. 

3  He  who  slumbered  in  the  grave, 
Is  exalted  now  to  save ; 

Now  through  Christendom  it  rings, 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings. 

4  Now  He  bids  us  tell  abroad, 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we,  too,  may  enter  heaven. 

5  Thou  our  Paschal  Lamb  indeed, 
Christ,  to-day  Thy  people  feed; 
Take  our  sins  and  guilt  away; 
Let  us  sing  by  night  and  day. 

Rev.  Michael  Weisse.  ( — 1540.)    1531. 
[>.  bv  Miss  Catherine  Winkwortli.    (1829—)    1858.  ab. 


The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 
Luke  xxiv.  34. 


H.  M. 


266 

1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose; 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  His  conquering  head; 
In  wild  dismay,  the  guards  around 
Fell  to  the  ground,  and  sunk  away. 

2  Lo,  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  His  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  His  feet: 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way, 
From  realms  of  day,  to  such  a  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

And  the  glad  tidings  bear; 
Hark,  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air: 
Their  anthems  say,  'Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead  ;  He  rose  to-day.' 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 

Redeemed  by  Him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell : 
Transported  cry,  'Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die.' 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  savest  us  with  Thy  blood ! 
Wide  be  Thy  name  adored, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God. 
With  Thee  we  rise,  with  Thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain  beyond  the  skies. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755. 

6 


'jA.i-t  Captivity  led  captive.  H.  M. 

^u/  Ps.  lxviii.  18.    Eph.  iv.  8. 

i   The  happy  rnorn  is  come ; 

The  Saviour  leaves  the  grave ; 
His  glorious  work  is  done, 

Almighty  now  to  save  : 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
Since  Jesus  liveth  that  was  dead, 

2  Who  to  our  charge  shall  lay 

Iniquity  and  guilt? 
All  sin  is  done  away, 

Since  His  rich  blood  was  spilt: 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
Since  Jesus  liveth  that  was  dead. 

3  Christ  hath  the  ransom  paid ; 

The  glorious  work  is  done; 
On  Him  our  help  is  laid, 

The  victory  is  won  : 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
Since  Jesus  liveth  that  was  dead. 

4  Hail  the  triumphant  Lord  ! 

The  resurrection  Thou  I 
We  bless  Thy  sacred  word, 

Before  Thy  throne  we  bow: 
Captivity  is  captive  led, 
Since  Jesus  liveth  that  was  dead. 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis.    (1732 — 1820.)   1792.  aV. 


Christ  oiir  High  Priest 
Heb.  x.  21. 


H.  M. 


268 

1  The  atoning  work  is  done, 

The  victim's  blood  is  shed, 
And  Jesus  now  is  gone 

His  people's  cause  to  plead : 
He  stands  in  heaven  their  great  High  Priest, 
And  bears  their  names  upon  His  breast. 

2  He  sprinkles  with  His  blood 

The  mercy-seat  above ; 
For  justice  had  withstood 

The  purposes  of  love: 
But  justice  now  objects  no  more, 
And  mercy  yields  her  boundless  store. 

3  No  temple  made  with  hands 

His  place  of  sen-ice  is ; 
In  heaven  itself  He  stands, 

A  heavenly  priesthood  His  : 
In  Him  the  shadows  of  the  law 
Are  all  fulfilled,  and  now  withdraw.. 


7^ 


CHRIST. 


4  And  though  awhile  He  be 
Hid  from  the  eyes  of  men, 
His  people  look  to  see 

Their  great  High  Priest  again: 
In  brightest  glory  He  will  come, 
And  take  His  waiting  people  home. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    18 


269 


H.  M. 


The  Work  that  saves. 

1  Done  is  the  work  that  saves, 

Once  and  forever  done ; 
Finished  the  righteousness 

That  clothes  the  unrighteous  one : 
The  love  that  blesses  us  below 
Is  flowing  freely  to  us  now. 

2  The  sacrifice  is  o'er, 

The  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
The  mercy  seat  is  red 

With  blood  of  victim  slain : 
Why  stand  we  then  without,  in  fear? 
The  blood  divine  invites  us  near. 

3  The  gate  is  open  wide, 

The  new  and  living  way 
Is  clear,  and  free,  and  bright, 

With  love,  and  peace,  and  day: 
Into  the  holiest  now  we  come, 
Our  present  and  our  endless  home. 

4  Upon  the  mercy-seat 

The  High  Priest  sits  within; 
The  blood  is  in  His  hand 

Which  makes  and  keeps  us  clean  : 
With  boldness  let  us  now  draw  near; 
That  blood  has  banished  every  fear. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )    1866.  ab. 


Weeping  Mary. 
John  xx.  11 — 16. 


7.D. 


270 

i   Mary  to  her  Saviour's  tomb 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume  ; 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone. 
For  awhile  she  weeping  stood, 

Struck  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 
Shedding  tears,  a  plenteous  flood, 

For  her  heart  supplied  her  eyes. 

2  Jesus,  who  is  always  near, 

Though  too  often  unperceived, 

Came,  His  drooping  child  to  cheer, 

Kindly  asking  why  she  grieved. 


Though  at  first  she  knew  Him  not, 
When  He  called  her  by  her  name, 

Then  her  griefs  were  all  forgot, 
For  she  found  He  was  the  same. 

3  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  His  welcome  voice; 
Just  before,  she  thought  Him  dead, 

Now,  He  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  His  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
You  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

4  He  who  came  to  comfort  her, 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-tost. 
On  His  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  His  love  your  thoughts  employ; 
Weeping  for  a  while  may  last, 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)   1779. 

271  The  Shout  0/  Triumph.  7-  D. 

i   Sons  of  Zion,  raise  your  songs, 
Praise  to  Zion's  King  belongs; 
His  the  victor's  crown  and  fame, 
Glory  to  the  Saviour's  name. 
Sore  the  strife,  but  rich  the  prize, 
Precious  in  the  Victor's  eyes ; 
Glorious  is  the  work  achieved, 
Satan  vanquished,  man  relieved. 

2  Sing  we  then  the  Victor's  praise, 
Go  ye  forth  and  strew  the  ways; 
Bid  Him  welcome  to  His  throne, 
He  is  worthy,  He  alone. 
Place  the  crown  upon  His  brow ; 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow  ; 
Him  the  brightest  seraph  sings, 
Heaven  proclaims  Him  "King of  kings." 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    1839. 

272  The  Sepulchre  on  Sabbath  Morning.     C.  L.  M. 

I   How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn, 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  Christ  the  crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
O  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain, 
The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 


CHRIST. 


73 


2  Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord; 
"  Behold  the  place,  He  is  not  here," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  : 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain, 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  prayer 

Your  early  footsteps  bend; 
The  Saviour  will  Himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend  : 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 

'Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 

A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears : 

O  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain, 

The  Lord  is  risen,  He  lives  again. 

5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  shines  upon  the  soul, 
How  blissful  then  to  die  ! 
Since  He  has  risen  that  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

Thomas  Hastings.  (1792 — 1872.)  1832. 
£  /O  " Auror.i  Ca>lum  pttrpurat."  C.  li 

1  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky, 

The  air  with  praises  rings; 
Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by, 

The  world  exulting  sings: 
Glory  to  God  !  our  glad  lips  cry; 
All  glory  be  to  God  Most  High! 

2  While  He,  the  King  all  strong  to  save, 

Rends  the  dark  doors  away, 
And  through  the  breaches  of  the  grave 

Strides  forth  into  the  day, 
Glory  to  God  !  our  glad  lips  cry; 
All  glory  be  to  God  Most  High ! 

3  Death's  captive,  in  his  gloomy  prison 

Fast  fettered  He  has  lain ; 
But  He  has  mastered  death,  is  risen, 

And  death  wears  now  the  chain. 
Glory  to  God!  our  glad  lips  cry; 
All  glory  be  to  God  Most  High  ! 


4  The  shining  angels  cry,  "Away 

With  grief;   no  spices  bring; 
Not  tears,  but  songs,  this  joyful  day, 

Should  greet  the  rising  king  !" 
Glory  to  God  !  our  glad  lips  cry; 
All  glory  be  to  God  Most  High! 

5  That  Thou  our  Paschal  Lamb  mayst  be, 

And  endless  joy  begin, 
Jesus,  Deliverer,  set  us  free 

From  the  dread  death  of  sin. 
Glory  to  God !  our  glad  lips  cry; 
All  glory  be  to  God  Most  High  ! 

Ambrose  of  Milan.    (340 — 397. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Alexander  Ramsay  Thompson.  (1822 — )  1869. 

1 1873- 

2  /4  "  Ich  sage  fede/n  dass  Er  Ubt"  C.  M. 

1  I  SAY  to  all  men,  far  and  near, 

That  He  is  risen  again  ; 
That  He  is  with  us  now  and  here, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 

2  And  what  I  say,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend, 
That  soon  in  every  place  shall  dawn 
His  Kingdom  without  end. 

3  Now  first  to  souls  who  thus  awake 

Seems  earth  a  Fatherland  : 
A  new  and  endless  life  they  take 
With  rapture  from  His  hand. 

4  The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 

Are  whelmed  beneath  the  sea, 
And  every  heart,  now  light  and  brave, 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 

5  The  way  of  darkness  that  He  trod 

To  heaven  at  last  shall  come, 
And  he  who  hearkens  to  His  word 
Shall  reach  His  Father's  home. 

Frederich  von  Hardenburg.  (1772     iSot.)  1790. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catharine  Winkworth.    1858.  ab. 

2  /5  Christ's  Triumph  over  death.  C.  M. 

1  Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem, 

Your  sweetest  notes  employ, 
The  Paschal  victory  to  hymn 
In  strains  of  holy  joy. 

2  For  Judah's  Lion  bursts  His  chains, 

Crushing  the  serpent's  head  ; 
And  cries  aloud  through  death's  domains, 
To  wake  the  imprisoned  dead. 


So 


CHRIST. 


4  Triumphant  in  His  glory  now, 

To  him  all  power  is  given ; 
To  Him  in  one  communion  bow 
All  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

5  While  we,  His  soldiers,  praise  our  King, 

His  mercy  we  implore, 
Within  His  palace  bright  to  bring 
And  keep  us  evermore. 

Fulbert  of  Chartres.     ( — c.  1029.) 
Tr.  by  Robert  Campbell.    (—1868.)    1850.  ab. 

27O  Tnistin  Christ.  CM 

1  O  JESUS,  when  I  think  of  Thee, 

Thy  manger,  cross,  and  throne, 
My  spirit  trusts  exultingly 
In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

2  I  see  Thee  in  Thy  weakness  first ; 

Then,  glorious  from  Thy  shame, 
I  see  Thee  death's  strong  fetters  burst, 
And  reach  heaven's  mightiest  name. 

3  In  each,  a  brother's  love  I  trace 

By  power  divine  exprest, 
One  in  Thy  Father  God's  embrace, 
As  on  Thy  mother's  breast. 

4.  For  me  Thou  didst  become  a  man, 
For  me  didst  weep  and  die ; 
For  me  achieve  Thy  wondrous  plan, 
For  me  ascend  on  high. 

5  O  let  me  share  Thy  holy  birth, 

Thy  faith,  Thy  death  to  sin  ! 
And,  strong  amidst  the  toils  of  earth, 
My  heavenly  life  begin. 

6  Then  shall  I  know  what  means  the  strain 

Triumphant  of  Saint  Paul : 
"To  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gain;" 
"Christ  is  my  all  in  all." 

Rev.  George  Washington  Bethune.    (1805 — 1862.)    1847. 


The  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 
Luke  xxiv.  34. 


277 

1  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed," 

Then  is  His  work  performed; 

The  captive  surety  now  is  freed, 

And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed," 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey ; 
With  Him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


S.  M. 


"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed," 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more; 
He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 

Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

4  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed," 
Attending  angels,  hear; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

5  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord; 
Join  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (17C9 — 1855.)   1812.  ab. 
£/&  Gone  into  Heaven.  S.  M. 

1  THOU  art  gone  up  on  high 

To  mansions  in  the  skies ; 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 
The  songs  of  praise  arise. 

2  But  we  are  lingering  here 
With  sin  and  care  oppressed : 

Lord,  send  Thy  promised  Comforter, 
And  lead  us  to  Thy  rest. 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 
But  Thou  didst  rirst  come  down, 

Through  earth's  most  bitter  agony 
To  pass  unto  Thy  crown. 

4  And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 
Lead  us  at  last  to  Thee. 

5  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 

But  thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 
Attendant  in  Thy  train. 

6  O  by  Thy  saving  power 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand,  in  that  dread  hour, 
At  Thy  right  hand  on  high. 

Mrs.  Emma  Toke.    (1812 — )   1851. 


«  /  y  "  The  Conqueror  reigns. " 

I  JESUS,  the  Conqueror,  reigns, 
In  glorious  strength  arrayed  ; 
His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 
And  bids  the  earth  be  glad. 


S.  M. 


CHRIST, 


Si 


2  Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice 

In  Jesus'  mighty  love; 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
To  Him  who  rules  above. 

3  Extol  His  kingly  power  ; 

Kiss  the  exalted  Son, 
Who  died,  and  lives  to  die  no  more, 
High  on  His  Father's  throne. 

4  Our  Advocate  with  God, 

He  undertakes  our  cause, 
And  spreads  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  victory  of  His  cross. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1749.  ab. 


"  Our  Lord  is  risen." 
Ps.   XXIV. 


S.M. 


280 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : — 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way, 

3  "  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

4  '•  Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who?" 

•'  The  Lord  that  all  His  foes  o'ercame ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name." 

5  Lo,  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : — 
••'Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

6  "Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who?" 

"  The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possessed. 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too  : 
God  over  all,  forever  blessed." 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.     1743.  ab. 


2  When  in  glories  all  divine, 

Through  the  earth  Thy  Church  shallshine, 
Kings  in  prayer  and  praise  shall  wait, 
Bending  at  Thy  temple's  gate. 

Rev.  William  Goode.     (1762 — 1816.)  1S11.  ah. 
£OZ  "  fify  Redeemer  L  ives. "  L .  M . 

1  "I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  :" 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives, 
He  lives,  He  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  head. 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  His  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  His  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint. 
He  lives  to  hear  my  souls  complaint. 

4  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 

He  lives  to  stoop  and  wipe  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  nvy  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

5  He  lives,  my  kind,  my  faithful  Friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end. 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

6  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

7  He  lives,  all  glory  to  His  Xame ; 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same  : 
O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives." 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley.    (1738 — 1799)  1789.  ab. 


283 


The  Ascended  Saviour." 
Ps.   lxviii. 


28l 

I   LORD,  Thy  Church  hath  seen  Thee  rise 
To  Thy  temple  in  the  skies  : 
God  my  Saviour.  God  my  King; 
While  Thy  ransomed  round  Thee  sinjr. 


Christ  dying,  rising;  and  reigning.         L.  M, 

i  He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ; 
Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ; 
But  lo,  what  sudden  joys  I  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 


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3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 

Up  to  His  Father's  court  He  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  Him  home, 
And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  He  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  "  Live  forever,  wondrous  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! " 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "Where's  thy  sting?" 
"And  where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?" 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1706.  ab. 
Alt.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.     (1703 — 1791.) 

sfQ.i  Christ  interceding.  L.  M. 

^04  Heb.  vii.  25. 

i   He  lives,  the  Great  Redeemer  lives, 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ; 
And  now,  before  His  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  His  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then, ye  black, despairing  thoughts; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  \n  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  uears  us  on  His  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend, 
On  Him  our  humble  hopes  depend; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

Miss  Annie  Steele.    (1716 — 1778.)  1760. 
^Oj  "  Aeterne  Rex  altissime."  L.  M. 

i   O  LORD  most  High,  Eternal  King, 
By  Thee  redeemed  Thy  praise  we  sing  ; 
The  bonds  of  death  are  burst  by  Thee, 
And  grace  has  won  the  victory. 

2  Ascending  to  the  Father's  throne 

Thou  claim'st  the  kingdom  as  Thine  own; 
Thy  days  of  mortal  weakness  o'er, 
All  power  is  Thine  for  evermore. 


j  To  Thee  the  whole  creation  now 
Shall,  in  its  threefold  order,  bow, 
Of  things  on  earth,  and  things  on  high, 
And  things  that  underneath  us  lie. 

4  Be  Thou  our  joy,  O  mighty  Lord, 
As  Thou  wilt  be  our  great  reward  ; 
Let  all  our  glory  be  in  Thee 
Both  now  and  through  eternity. 

5  All  praise  from  every  heart  and  tongue 
To  Thee,  ascended  Lord,  be  sung ; 
All  praise  to  God  the  Father  be, 

And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 

Ambrose  of  Milan.  (340 — 397.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.  (1818-1866O1861,  ab.  and  alt. 

286 

Christ  ascending: 

1  Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes  ; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Re-ascends  His  native  heaven. 
There  the  glorious  triumph  waits, 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates ; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 
See,  He  lifts  His  hands  above; 

See,  He  shows  the  prints  of  love  ; 
Hark,  His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  Church  below. 

3  Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads  ; 
Prevalent,  He  intercedes; 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 
Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.   (1708 — 1788.)   1739.  ab. 
«  O  /  "He  is  gone. ' ' 

1   He  is  gone  !  and  we  remain 
In  this  world  of  sin  and  pain  : 
In  the  void  which  He  has  left, 


CHRIST. 


83 


On  this  earth  of  Him  bereft, 
We  have  still  His  work  to  do, 
We  can  still  His  path  pursue; 
Seek  Him  both  in  friend  and  foe, 
In  ourselves  His  image  show. 

2  He  is  gone  !  wa  heard  Him  say, 
"Good  that  I  should  go  away;" 
Gone  is  that  dear  form  and  face, 
But  not  gone  His  present  grace  : 
Though  Himself  no  more  we  see, 
Comfortless  we  cannot  be ; 
No,  His  Spirit  still  is  ours, 
Quickening,  freshening  all  our  powers. 

3  He  is  gone  !  unto  their  goal 
World  and  Church  must  on  ward  roll; 
Far  behind  we  leave  the  past ; 
Forward  all  our  glances  cast: 
Still  His  words  before  us  range 
Through  the  ages,  as  they  change; 
Wheresoe'er  the  truth  shall  lead, 

He  will  give  whate'er  we  need. 

4  He  is  gone  !  but  we  once  more 
Shall  behold  Him  as  before, 

In  the  heaven  of  heavens  the  same 
As  on  earth  he  went  and  came : 
In  the  many  mansions  there, 
Place  for  us  he  will  prepare  : 
In  that  world,  unseen,  unknown, 
He  and  we  shall  yet  be  one. 

Rev.  Arthur  Penrhyn  Stanley.   (1815 — )  1859.  ab.  and  si  alt 


nOQ  "A ndyei  have  believed."  L.  M.  61. 

^OO  John  xx.  29. 

i   We  did  not  see  Thee  lifted  high, 

Amid  that  wild  and  savage  crew, 
Nor  heard  Thy  meek,  imploring  cry  : 

"  Forgive,  they  know  not  what  they  do!" 
Yet  we  believe  the  deed  was  done 
Which  shook  the  earth,  and  veiled  the  sun. 

2  We  stood  not  by  the  empty  tomb 
Where  late  Thy  sacred  body  lay, 

Nor  sat  within  that  upper  room, 

Nor  met  Thee  in  the  open  way : 
But  we  believe  that  angels  said 
"  Why  seek  the  living  with  the  dead  ?" 

3  We  did  not  mark  the  chosen  few, 
When  Thou  didst  thro'  the  clouds  ascend, 


First  lift  to  heaven  their  wondering  view, 
Then  to  the  earth  all  prostrate  bend  : 

Yet  we  believe  that  mortal  eyes 

Beheld  that  journey  to  the  skies. 

4  And  now  that  Thou  dost  reign  on  high, 
And  thence  Thy  waiting  people  bless  ; 

No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 

Doth  shine  upon  our  wilderness : 

But  we  believe  Thy  faithful  word, 

And  trust  in  our  redeeming  Lord. 

Rev.  John  Hampden  Gurney.  (1802 — 1862.)  1^38,  1851.  ah 
"O7     "  Ich  habe  nun  den  Grund gefunden."  L.  M.  61. 

i   Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain  : 

The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin 
Before  the  world's  foundation  slain  ; 

Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay 

When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  O  Love,  Thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 
My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  Thee : 

Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  in  me  : 
While  Jesus'  blood  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries ! 

3  With  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea; 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 

Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee, 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast. 
Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear  ! 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

4  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head; 
Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends 

be  gone, 
Though  joys  be  withered  all  and  dead ; 

Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn  ; 
On  this  my  steadfast  souls  relies: 
j  Father,  Thy  mercy  never  dies. 

Rev.  John  Andrew  Rothe.     (1688 — 1758.)   1728. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.      (1703 — 1791.)  1740.   ab. 


290 


6,4 


Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
Into  Thy  native  skies  ; 

Assume  Thy  right ; 
And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled, 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light. 


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CHRIST, 


2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell, 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train: 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire ; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  fire, 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain. 

3  Enter,  Incarnate  God  ! 

No  feet  but  Thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  : 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow, 
Wider  yon  portals  throw, 
Saviour,  triumphant,  go, 

And  take  Thy  crown. 

4  Lion  of  Judah,  Hail ! 
And  let  Thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years, 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

Matthew  Bridges.    1848.  ab. 


291 


' '  King  of  Saints. ' 
Rev.  xv.  3. 


6,  4- 


1  LET  us  awake  our  joys, 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice, 

Each  creature  sing : 
Angels,  begin  the  song, 
Mortals,  the  strain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 
•     "Jesus  is  King." 

2  Proclaim  abroad  His  name, 
Tell  of  His  matchless  fame  ; 

What  wonders  done : 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound  : 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
'Till  the  high  heavens  rebound, 

"The  victory  's  won." 

3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 
And  the  last  foe  will  quell ; 

Mourners,  rejoice ! 
His  dying  love  adore, 
Praise  Him,  now  raised  in  power, 
And  triumph  evermore, 

With  a  glad  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 
When  through  the  heavenly  way 

Lo,  He  shall  come  ! 


While  they  who  pierced  Him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : 
Come,  dear  Lord,  come  ! 

Rev.  William  Kingsbury.    (1744 — 1818.)    1806. 
292  "Worthy  the  Lamb!"  6,4. 

i  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Let  praises  fill  the  sky ! 
Praise  ye  His  name. 
Angels  His  name  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
And  saints  cry  evermore, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  His  name. 
We  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  His  dear  fame  abroad: 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

3  To  Him  our  hearts  we  raise ; 
None  else  shall  have  our  praise; 

Praise  ye  His  name  ! 
Him,  our  exalted  Lord, 
By  us  below  adored, 
We  praise  with  one  accord, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

4  Join  all  the  human  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless; 

Praise  ye  His  name  ! 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
And  say  with  heart  and  voice, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

5  Though  we  must  change  our  place, 
Our  souls  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  name; 
To  Him  we'll  tribute  bring, 
Laud  Him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

Rev.  James  Allen.    (1734 — 1804.)    1761    ab. 


^9«3  Praise  to  Jesus. 

I  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 
Spread  Jesus'  fame ; 


6,4. 


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85 


Tell  what  His  love  has  done; 
Trust  in  His  name  alone; 
Shout  to  His  lofty  throne, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears; 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears; 

Join  our  glad  theme ; 
Beauty  for  ashes  bring; 
Strike  each  melodious  string; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Hark  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  His  name; 
There  too  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

Rev.  James  Boden.    (1757 — 1841.)  1801.  si.  alt. 
294  ?* WiUkommeti  Held im  Streite."  CM. 

1  WELCOME,  Thou  victor  in  the  strife, 

Now  welcome  from  the  cave ! 
To-day  we  triumph  in  Thy  life 
Around  Thine  empty  grave. 

2  Our  enemy  is  put  to  shame, 

His  short-lived  triumph  o'er; 
Our  God  is  with  us,  we  exclaim, 
We  fear  our  foe  no  more. 

3  O  share  with  us  the  spoils,  we  pray, 

Thou  diedst  to  achieve; 
We  meet  within  Thy  house  to-day 
Our  portion  to  receive. 

4  And  let  Thy  conquering  banner  wave 

O'er  hearts  Thou  makest  free, 
And  point  the  path  that  from  the  grave 
Leads  heavenward  up  to  Thee. 

5  We  bury  all  our  sin  and  crime 

Deep  in  our  Saviour's  tomb, 
And  seek  the  treasure  there,  that  time 
Nor  change  can  e'er  consume. 

6  We  die  with  Thee  :  O  let  us  live 

Henceforth  to  Thee  aright; 
The  blessings  Thou  hast  died  to  give 
Be  daily  in  our  sight. 

7  Fearless  we  lay  us  in  the  tomb, 

And  sleep  the  night  away, 


If  Thou  art  there  to  break  the  gloom, 
And  call  us  back  to  clay. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Schrr.olke.    (1672 — 1737  )    1712 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.    (1S29-)    1855.  ab. 


yesus  seen  0/  A  ngeh. 
1  Tim.  iii.  16. 


C.  M. 


295 

1  BEYOND  the  glittering  starry  skies, 

Far  as  the  eternal  hills, 
There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Immortal  angels,  bright  and  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine; 
At  His  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  In  all  His  toils,  and  dangerous  paths, 
They  did  His  steps  attend  ; 

Oft  paused,  and  wondered  how  at  last 
This  scene  cf  love  would  end. 

4  And  when  the  powers  of  hell  combined 

To  rill  His  cup  of  woe, 
Their  pitying  eyes  beheld  His  tears 
In  bloody  anguish  flow. 

5  As  on  the  torturing  tree  He  hung, 

And  darkness  veiled  the  sky, 
They  saw,  aghast,  that  awful  sight, 
The  Lord  of  glory  die. 

6  Anon  He  bursts  the  gates  of  death, 

And  quells  the  tyrant's  power ; 
They  saw  the  illustrious  Conqueror  rise, 
And  hailed  the  blessed  hour. 

7  They  thronged  His  chariot  up  the  sky, 

And  bore  Him  to  His  throne ; 
Then  swept  their  golden  harps  and  cried, 
"  The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 

8  My  soul  the  joyful  triumph  feels, 

And  thinks  the  moments  long, 
Ere  she  her  Saviour's  glory  sees, 
And  joins  the  rapturous  song. 

Rev.  James  Fanch.    1776. 
Rev.  Daniel  Turner.    (1710 — 1798.)    1791.  ab.  and  alt. 


'  On  His  Head  were  many  Croiims. " 

Rev.    XtX.    12 


S.  M. 


296 

i  Crown  Him  with  many  crowns, 
The  Lamb  upon  His  throne  ! 
Hark,  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 
All  music  but  its  own. 


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2  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  love ! 

Behold  His  hands  and  side, — 
Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above, 
In  beauty  glorified. 

3  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  peace ! 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways, 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 
Absorbed  in  prayer  and  praise. 

4  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  years, 

The  Potentate  of  time, 
Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 
Ineffably  sublime ! 

5  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  Heaven  ! 

One  with  the  Father  known, — 
And  the  blest  Spirit,  through  Him  given 
From  yonder  triune  throne ! 

6  All  hail !  Redeemer,  hail ! 

For  Thou  hast  died  for  me : 
Thy  praise  shall  never,  never  fail 
Throughout  eternity. 

Matthew  Bridges.    (1800 — )    1847.  ab. 
^\)  I  Jesus  enthroned  in  Glory.  S.  M. 

i   Throned  high  is  Jesus  now, 
Upon  His  heavenly  seat; 
The  kingly  crown  is  on  His  brow, 
The  saints  are  at  His  feet. 

2  In  shining  white  they  stand, 

A  great  and  countless  throng; 
A  palmy  sceptre  in  each  hand, 
On  every  lip  a  song. 

3  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Once  slain  on  earth  for  them ; 
The  Lamb,  through  whose  atoning  blood 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 

4  Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Ghost, 

Thy  blessed  help  supply, 
That  we  may  join  the  radiant  host, 
Who  circle  Christ  on  high. 

Rev.  Thomas  James  Judkin.    (1788 — 187X.)  1831. 
^•\fO  " Ascendens  in  altum  Dominus."  S.  M. 

I   The  Lord  on  high  ascends, 
Once  more  to  take  His  seat: 
Celestial  powers  rejoicing  fly, 
His  glad  return  to  greet. 


2  The  mighty  battle  gained, 

The  world's  great  Prince  undone, 
Before  His  Father  He  presents 
The  mortal  palm  He  won. 

3  Upborne  above  the  clouds, 

Sweet  hope  He  sheds  on  all ; 
He  flings  the  gates  of  Eden  back, 
Shut  fast  by  Adam's  fall. 

4  To  our  Redeemer's  name 

All  thanks  and  praise  be  given, 
That  He  hath  borne  our  mortal  shape, 
To  tread  the  courts  of  heaven. 

5  May  we,  while  waiting  Christ, 

To  heavenly  works  arise, 
And  ever  live  such  saintly  lives, 
That  we  may  reach  the  skies. 

Ambrose  of  Milan.    (340 — 397.) 
Tr.  by  Robert  Corbet  Singleton-   1870.  ab. 

0/*k#"\  Christ  ascending,  and  reigning.  CM. 

^yy  Ps.  xiviii. 

1  O  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  Him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout,  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  His  honor  sing; 
O'er  all  the  earth  He  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  His  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song ; 
Nor  mock  Him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  His  ancient  throne ; 

He  loved  that  chosen  race: 
But  now  He  calls  the  world  His  own, 
And  heathens  taste  His  grace. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.      (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab. 


"  The  King  of  Glory." 
s.  xxiv.  7 — 10. 


300 

i  LIFT  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates, 
LTnfold  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory ;  see,  He  comes 
With  His  celestial  train. 


c.  M. 


CHRIST. 


87 


2  Who  is  this  King  of  glory — who  ? 

The  Lord,  for  strength  renowned ; 
In  battle  mighty;  o'er  His  foes 
Eternal  Victor  crowned. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates,  unfold 

In  state  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory;  see,  He  comes 
With  all  His  shining  train. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 

The  Lord  of  hosts  renowned : 
Of  glory  He  alone  is  King, 
Who  is  with  glory  crowned. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.  si.  alt. 
O **  •*"  "  Gone  in  be/ore  us."  CM. 

1  THE  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads, 

The  doors  are  opened  wide ; 
The  King  of  glory  is  gone  up 
Unto  His  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  in  before  us,  Lord, 

Thou  hast  prepared  a  place, 
That  we  may  be  where  now  Thou  art, 
And  look  upon  Thy  face. 

3  And  ever  on  Thine  earthly  path 

A  gleam  of  glory  lies ; 
A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  veils  Thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  thoughts,  lift  up  our  songs, 

And  let  Thy  grace  be  given, 
That  while  wc  linger  yet  below, 
Our  hearts  may  be  in  heaven ; 

5  That  where  Thou  art  at  God's  right  hand, 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be : 
Dwell  in  us  now,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  Thee. 

Mrs   Cecil  Frances  Alexander.    1858. 

.no  "  Perfect  through  Sufferings."  CM. 

3U^  Heb.  11    10 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 
Is  His,  is  His  by  right, 
"The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords,'1 
And  heaven's  eternal  litrht. 


3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  name  to  know: 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given ; 
Their  name,  an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy,  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1355.)    1820. 

/}  r\  **  "  The  Desire  of  all  Nations."  CM. 

O^O  Hag.  ii.  7. 

i  Infinite  excellence  is  Thine, 

Thou  glorious  Prince  of  Grace  ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  Thy  feet ; 
To  Thee  their  prayers  and  songs  ascend, 
In  Thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  Thy  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  Thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  Thou  givest  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph,  and  their  joy  ; 

They  find  their  all  in  Thee; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

Rev- John  Fawcctt.    (1739 — 1817.)    1782.  ab. 

orv  A  "  Tte  Way.  th  Truth,  the  Life."         C  M. 

J 04  John  Xiv   6. 

i  Thou  art  the  Way :  to  Thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  Thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 


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CHRIST. 


3  Thou  art  the  Life :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Kfe ; 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane.    (1799 — 1859.)   1824. 

ry  f\  £  "And  He  shall  reign  forever  and  ever."    8,7,  4. 
o"j  Rev.  xi.  15. 

i   Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious, 
See  "the  Man  of  Sorrows"  now; 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow : 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  Him : 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings : 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings : 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 
Crown  the  Saviour  "King  of  kings." 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name: 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation ! 

Hark,  those  loud  triumphant  chords  ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station : 
O  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 
"  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    1809. 


"  Thou  art  worthy,  O  Lord." 
Rev.  iv.  11. 


306 

1  GLORY,  glory  everlasting 

Be  to  Him  who  bore  the  cross  ! 
Who  redeemed  our  souls,  by  tasting 
Death,  the  death  deserved  by  us ; 

Spread  His  glory, 
Who  redeemed  His  people  thus. 

2  His  is  love,    'tis  love  unbounded, 

Without  measure,  without  end; 


8,  7,  4- 


Human  thought  is  here  confounded, 
'Tis  too  vast  to  comprehend: 

Praise  the  Saviour ! 
Magnify  the  sinner's  Friend. 

3  While  we  hear  the  wondrous  story 
Of  the  Saviour's  cross  and  shame, 
Sing  we  "Everlasting  glory 
Be  to  God,  and  to  the  Lamb:" 

Saints  and  angels, 
Give  ye  glory  to  His  name. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    1S09. 


Worshiped  of  A  ngets. 
Heb.  i.  6. 


8,7,61. 


307 

1  Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ! 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  ; 
See  He  sits  on  yonder  throne; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  King  of  glory,  reign  forever ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face. 

3  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing; 

Bring,  O  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away: 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
"Glory,  glory  to  our  King!" 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    1S04.  ab. 
3O0     a  Hymn  of  Praise  to  the  Redeemer.   8,  7.  61. 

1  COME,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem, 

Cleave  the  skies  with  shouts  of  praise; 
Sing  to  Him  Who  found  the  ransom, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days: 
God  Eternal,  Word  Incarnate, 

Whom  the  Heaven  of  heaven  obeys. 

2  Ere  He  raised  the  lofty  mountains, 

Formed  the  sea,  or  built  the  sky, 
Love  eternal,  free,  and  boundless, 

Forced  the  Lord  of  Life  to  die : 
Lifted  up  the  Prince  of  princes 

On  the  throne  of  Calvary. 


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3  Now  on  those  eternal  mountains 

Stands  the  sapphire  throne,  all  bright, 
Where  unceasing  hallelujahs 

They  upraise,  the  sons  of  light : 
Zion's  people  tell  His  praises, 

Victor  after  hard-won  fight. 

4  Bring  your  harps  and  bring  your  incense, 

Sweep  the  string  and  pour  the  lay ; 
Let  the  earth  proclaim  His  wonders, 

King  of  that  celestial  day. 
He,  the  Lamb  once  slain,  is  worthy, 

Who  was  dead  and  lives  for  aye. 

Rev.  Job  Hupton.    (1762 — 1849.)    1808.  ab. 
Alt.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818 — 1866.)   1851. 

309  Irjo-oO?  6  ZwoSo'ttj?.  8,  7.  6  1. 

1  Jesus,  Lord  of  Life  eternal, 

Taking  those  He  loved  the  best, 
Stood  upon  the  Mount  of  Olives, 

And  His  own  the  last  time  blest : 
Then,  though  He  had  never  left  it, 

Sought  again  His  Father's  breast. 

2  Knit  is  now  our  flesh  to  Godhead, 

Knit  in  everlasting  bands  : 
Call  the  world  to  highest  festal : 

Floods  and  oceans,  clap  your  hands : 
Angels,  raise  the  song  of  triumph  : 

Make  response,  ye  distant  lands. 

3  Loosing  death  with  all  its  terrors 

Thou  ascendedst  up  on  high  ; 
And  to  mortals,  now  immortal, 

Gavest  immortality, 
As  Thine  own  disciples  saw  Thee 

Mounting  Victor  to  the  sky. 

Joseph  of  the  Studium.  •( — 883.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale     1862.  ab.  and  alt. 

3^0  "  Enthroned  in  Glory."  8,  7.  D. 

1  Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail,  thou  Galilean  king  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring: 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame ; 
By  Thy  merits  we  find  favor; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  Name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid ; 
By  Almighty  Love  anointed, 

To  1  hi3t  full  atonement    made  : 


All  Thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood; 

Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixf  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail,  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side. 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading; 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

5  Soon  we  shall,  with  those  in  glory, 

His  transcendent  grace  relate ; 
Gladly  sing  the  amazing  story 

Of  His  dying  love  so  great: 
In  that  blessed  contemplation 

We  for  evermore  shall  dwell, 
Crowned  with  bliss  and  consolation, 

Such  as  none  below  can  tell. 

Rev.  John  Bakewell.    (1721 — 1819.)    1760.  alt. 
Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.     (1740 — 1778.)    1776. 


"  Christ  the  First-fruits.' 
1  Cor.  xv.  20—23. 


311 

1  Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

Hearts  to  heaven  and  voices  raise ; 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  gladness, 

Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  praise ; 
He,  who  on  the  cross  a  Victim 

For  the  world's  salvation  bled, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  King  of  glory, 

Now  is  risen  from  the  dead. 

2  Christ  is  risen,  Christ  the  First-fruits 

Of  the  holy  harvest  field, 
Which  will  all  its  full  abundance 

At  His  second  coming  yield; 
Then  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 

Will  their  heads  before  Him  wave, 
Ripened  by  His  glorious  sunshine 

From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 


8,  7.  D. 


CO 


CHRIST. 


3  Christ  is  risen,  we  are  risen ; 

Shed  upon  us  heavenly  grace, 
Rain,  and  dew,  and  gleams  of  glory 

From  the  brightness  of  Thy  face; 
That  we,  with  our  hearts  in  heaven, 

Here  on  earth  may  fruitful  be, 
And  by  angel-hands  be  gathered, 

And  be  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth.    (1807 — )    1862.  ab. 
3  Mounting  in  Triumph.  8,  7.  D. 

1  See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph, 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds  His  chariot 

To  His  heavenly  palace-gate; 
Hark,  the  choirs  of  angel  voices 

Joyful  hallelujahs  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted, 

To  receive  their  Heavenly  King. 

2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee  ? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory ; 
He  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  His  foes. 

3  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand, 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand ; 
Jesus  reigns  adored  by  angels, 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne ; 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  ascension 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

4  Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspiration 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above; 
That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted, 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory 

In  the  heavenly  citadel. 

5  So  at  last,  when  He  appeareth, 

We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles', 
Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 


Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  heaven, 
And  may  meet  Him  in  the  air, 

Rise  to  realms  where  He  is  reigning, 
And  may  reign  forever  there. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth.    1S62.  ab. 


The  Glory  of  Christ. 
Ps.  xlv. 


L.  M. 


313 

1  Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King : 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  how  heavenly  fair 

His  form  !  how  bright  His  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace ; 
Love  from  His  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  His  state  compose. 

3  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  Thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right; 
Justice  and  grace  are  Thy  delight. 

4  God,  Thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  Thy  head ; 
And  with  His  sacred  Spirit  blest 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719   ab. 
Ct  ^  T-  "  Rex  Christe,  factor  omnium."  L.  M. 

i   O  Christ,  our  King,  Creator,  Lord, 
Saviour  of  all  who  trust  Thy  word, 
To  them  who  seek  Thee  ever  near, 
Now  to  our  praises  bend  Thine  ear. 

2  In  Thy  dear  cross  a  grace  is  found, 

It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound, 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 
Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our  souls. 

3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night, 
Yet  Thou  hast  veiled  in  flesh  Thy  light; 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear, 
A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  bear. 

4  When  Thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  Thee ; 
When  Thou  didst  there  yieldupThy  breath, 
The  world  grew  dark  as  shades  of  death. 

5  Now  in  the  Father's  glory  high, 
Great  Conqueror,  never  more  to  die, 
Us  by  Thy  mighty  power  defend. 
And  reign  through  ages  without  end. 

Gregory  the  Great     (540 — 604.) 
Tr.  by  Rev    Ray  Palmer.    (1808—)    1858. 


CHRIST. 


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3T  rf       Christ's  Humiliation,  and  Exaltation.      L.  M. 
1  O  RCV.    V.    12. 

1  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring, 

To  Thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  Thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  He  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  peace  that  groaned  and  died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  His  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  A.11  riches  are  His  native  right, 

Yet  He  sustained  amazing  loss; 
To  Him  ascribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  His  weakness  on  the  cross. 

4  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glory  shines  around  His  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

5  Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ; 
Let  angels  sound  His  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.   1709.  ab. 
O  "  Optatus  votis  omnium."  L.  M. 

i   O  MIGHTY  joy  to  all  our  race  ! 

The  Virgin-born,  who  bore  for  us 
The  stripes,  the  spitting,  and  the  cross, 
Takes  on  the  Father's  throne  His  place. 

2  To  Thee  let  ceaseless  praises  rise, 

Champion  of  our  salvation  Thou, 
Bearing  Thy  Human  Body  now 
In  the  high  palace  of  the  skies. 

3  One  common  joy  this  day  shall  fill 

The  hearts  of  angels  and  of  men ; 
To  them  that  Thou  art  come  again, 
To  us  that  Thou  art  with  us  still. 

4  Now,  following  in  the  steps  He  trod, 

'Tis  ours  to  look  for  Christ  from  heaven. 
And  so  to  live  that  it  be  given 
To  rise  with  Him  at  last  to  God. 

Ambrose  of  Milan.    (340 — 307) 
Tr.  bv  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Charles     1865.  ab. 


3^7  The  enthroned  High  Priest.  L.  M.     5 

i   Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  Patron  of  mankind  appears. 


He  who  for  men  in  mercy  stood, 
And  poured  on  earth  His  precious  blood, 
Pursues  in  heaven  His  plan  of  grace, 
The  Guardian  God  of  human  race. 

Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 
He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains; 
And  still  remembers  in  the  skies 
His  tears,  and  agonies,  and  cries. 

In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  had  a  part; 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

Michael  Bruce.    (1746 — 1767.)    17S1. 

IO       "  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords."      L.  M. 
0  Rev.  xix.  16. 

O  Christ,  the  Lord  of  heaven,  to  Thee, 
Clothed  with  all  majesty  divine, 

Eternal  power  and  glory  be, 

Eternal  praise  of  right  is  Thine. 

Reign,  Prince  of  life,  that  once  Thy  brow 
Didst  yield  to  wear  the  wounding  thorn  ; 

Reign,  throned  beside  Thy  Father  now, 
Adored  the  Son  of  God  first-born  ! 

From  angel  hosts  that  round  Thee  stand. 

With  forms  more  pure  than  spotless  snow, 
From  the  bright  burning  seraph  band, 

Let  praise  in  loftiest  numbers  flow ! 

To  Thee,  the  Lamb,  our  mortal  songs, 
Born  of  deep  fervent  love,  shall  rise : 

All  honor  to  Thy  name  belongs, 

Our  lips  would  sound  it  through  the  skies. 

"Jesus  !" — all  earth  shall  speak  the  word; 

"Jesus  !" — all  heaven  resound  it  still; 
Immanuel,  Saviour,  Conqueror,  Lord, 

Thy  praise  the  universe  shall  fill. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.     iCt  C. 


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3t/\  Rejoicing  in  Hope.  CM. 

■*•  zf  Rom.  xii.  12. 

i  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me ; 
A  token  of  His  love  He  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  Him  lifting  up  my  head, 

He  brings  salvation  near ; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  He  will  soon  appear. 

3  Far  spent  is  the  Egyptian  night 

Of  fear,  and  pain,  and  grief; 
And  lo,  I  see  the  morning  light 
That  brings  assured  relief. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  Thy  word ; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  Thyself  receive. 

5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 

Of  paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 
And  everlasting  rest. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)   1742.  ab. 

_  ry  -.      Christ's  Compassion  to  the  Weak  and  Tempted. 
J*w  Heb   iv.  16;  v.  7.  Matt   xii.  20.  C.  M. 

1  With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  He  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  His  cries  and  tears; 
And,  in  His  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  He  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  His  power; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    170Q.  alt. 


O  O  T  "  The  Incarnate  Mystery."  C.  M. 

0  1.  Cor.  i.  22 — 29. 

i  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  Thy  heavenly  love,       0 
Or  trifle  with  Thy  blood  ? 

2  'T  is  by  the  merits  of  Thy  death 

Thy  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'T  is  by  Thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  : 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy,  begins  : 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear  ; 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  the  incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 

322  The  Gates  opened.  C.   M. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Now  we  may  bow  before  His  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  : 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  His  seat, 
Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  the  almighty  throne. 

4  To  Thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high; 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
That  lays  His  fury  by. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1700.  ab. 

323  Seated  on  the  Throne.  CM. 

I  HE  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 
And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  the  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 


CHRIST. 


93 


Our  double  Kindred  to  Emmanuel. 
i  Cor.  xv.  47,  49. 


325 

I  0  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay, 
Yet  't  was  the  Lord's  abode ; 
Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Emmanuel  trod. 
7 


C.  M. 


2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 

With  an  unerring  skill, 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  His  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumbered  sound  His  praise) 

In  yonder  world  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  His  ways, 
And  glory  in  His  love. 

4  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
To  this  almighty  Rock  they  run, 
And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

5  How  glorious  He,  how  happy  they 

In  such  a  glorious  Friend  ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)    1779.  ab. 
324  "  Clothed  with  our  Nature  still."  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest; 
He  entered  heaven,  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  His  breast. 

2  Below  He  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  His  atoning  blood; 
Now  He  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  He  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Which  He  Himself  o'ercame. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  distance,  e'er  shall  quench 

The  fervors  of  His  love ; 
For  us  He  died  in  kindness  here, 
Nor  is  less  kind  above. 

5  O  may  we  ne'er  forget  His  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  wear  His  name; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  His  faith, 
Our  mouths  His  praise  proclaim. 

Rev.  Alexander  Pirie.    ( — 1804.)  1786. 


This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear; 

This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep; 
These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear; 

These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep. 

O  vale  of  tears  no  longer  sad, 
Wherein  the  Lord  did  dwell ! 

O  happy  robe  of  flesh  that  clad 
Our  own  Emmanuel  ! 

4  But  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 
Shall  link  us,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 

Not  only  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 

5  We  shall  be  reckoned  for  Thine  own, 
Because  Thy  heaven  we  share, 

Because  we  sing  around  Thy  throne, 
And  Thy  bright  raiment  wear. 

6  O  mighty  grace,  our  life  to  live, 
To  make  our  earth  divine  ! 

O  mighty  grace,  Thy  heaven  to  give 
And  lift  our  life  to  Thine  ! 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill.    (1S19 — )    i860,  ab. 


326 


To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
Rev.  v.  6 — 12. 


C.  M. 


1  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidst  His  Father's  throne  : 

Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 
And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Be  endless  blessings  paid; 

Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  Thy  head. 

5  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood. 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 


94 


HRIST. 


O*"  I  Jesu,  nostra  rede mp tic."  CM. 

i   O  Christ,  our  hope,  our  heart's  desire, 
Redemption's  only  spring, 
Creator  of  the  world  art  Thou, 
Its  Saviour  and  its  King. 

2  How  vast  the  mercy  and  the  love, 

Which  laid  our  sins  on  Thee, 
And  led  Thee  to  a  cruel  death, 
To  set  Thy  people  free  ! 

3  But  now  the  bonds  of  death  are  burst, 

The  ransom  has  been  paid  ; 
And  Thou  art  on  Thy  Father's  throne 
In  glorious  robes  arrayed. 

4  O  may  Thy  mighty  love  prevail 

Our  sinful  souls  to  spare; 
O  may  we  come  before  Thy  throne, 
And  find  acceptance  there  ! 

Ambrosian.  Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.  (1806 — )  1S37.  ab. 
J«£0  "  Our  great  High  Priest  above."  CM. 

i   Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Our  great  High  Priest  above, 
And  celebrate  His  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around. 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train 
With  matchless  honors  crowned; 

3  The  names  of  all  His  saints  He  bears, 

Deep  graven  on  His  heart : 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say 
That  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  Thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755. 


2  Crown  Him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fixed  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall, 
Hail  Him,  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Rev.  Edward  Perronet.    ( — 1792.)    1780.  ab.  and  alt. 

i-\r\(\      Tlu  Lamb  worshipped  by  all  Creatures   CM. 
30U  Rev  v.  11-13 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  ''Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

''To  be  exalted  thus;" 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 

'4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 


"Lord  of  all." 
Acts.  x.  36. 


329 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


C  M. 


5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  i7°9- 


CHRIST. 


95 


0«5  " Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King:"        CM. 

1  Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King, 

All  hail,  incarnate  Love ! 
Ten  thousand  songs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  Thy  head  above. 

2  Thy  victories,  and  Thy  deathless  fame, 

Through  the  wide  world  shall  run, 
And  everlasting  ages  sing 

The  triumphs  Thou  hast  won. 

Rer.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 
332  The  Word  made  Flesh.  7- 

i  Hallelujah  !  Praise  to  God 
For  the  love  He  sheds  abroad, 
Lightening  o'er  a  world  of  sin, 
Glowing  in  the  heart  within  : 

Hallelujah  ! 

2  For  the  pristine  promise  made 
E'en  in  Eden's  darkened  shade, 
For  the  light  of  sacrifice 

Till  the  Morning  Star  should  rise: 
Hallelujah ! 

3  For  the  harp  of  prophecy, 
Singing  of  Redemption  nigh, 
For  the  Branch  of  Jesse's  stem, 
For  the  birth  at  Bethlehem : 

Hallelujah  ! 

4  For  the  sacred  standard  spread, 
For  the  life  our  Pattern  led, 
For  His  precepts  pure  and  true, 
For  His  doctrine,  like  the  dew : 

Hallelujah ! 

5  For  the  crown  of  thorns  He  wore, 
For  the  painful  cross  He  bore, 
For  the  dying  word  He  said, 
Sealed  with  blood  of  sprinkling  shed : 

Hallelujah ! 

6  For  the  radiant  rising  dawn, 

For  the  sting  of  death  withdrawn, 
For  the  victory  gained  so  well 
O'er  the  grave  and  over  hell : 

Hallelujah ! 

7  For  His  glorious  reign  on  high, 
When  He  rose  from  Bethany, 
For  the  heavenly  peace  He  leaves, 
For  the  Comforter  He  gives  : 

Hallelujah ! 


8  For  the  pledge  that  we  shall  rise, 
In  His  likeness,  to  the  skies ; 
For  the  merciful  decree 
That  our  Friend  our  Judge  shall  be : 
Hallelujah  ! 

William  Ball.    1S64.  ab.  and  alt. 


1  The  Man  Christ  fesus." 
1  Tim   ii.  5. 


333 

1  Christ  to  heaven  is  gone  before 
In  the  body  here  He  wore ; 

He  that  as  our  Brother  died, 
Is  our  Brother  glorified. 

2  All  the  angels  wondering  own 
'T  is  our  nature  on  the  throne ; 
"  How  He  loved  them,  behold  !" 
Trembles  on  the  harps  of  gold. 

3  Fear  not,  ye  of  little  faith, 
For  He  hath  abolished  death ; 
Death,  no  longer  now  we  die, 
We  but  follow  Christ  on  high. 

4  And  before  each  fainting  one, 
Dreading  the  dark  way  alone, 
Now  appear  His  footsteps  bright, 
Far  diffusing  holiest  light. 

5  As  our  Shepherd  He  is  there, 
With  the  comfort  of  His  care ; 
Fear  no  evil,  doubt  no  more, 
Christ  to  heaven  is  gone  before. 

George  Rawson.    (1807 — )  1857. 
334  He  rules  over  all.  IO,II. 

i  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  His  wonderful  Name ; 
The  Name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
Hiskingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules  overall. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save; 
And  still  He  is  nigh,  His  presence  we  have ; 
The  great  congregation  His  triumph  shall 

sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  "  Salvation  to  God  who  sits  on  the  throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son ; 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the 

Lamb. 


96 


CHRIST.       THE     HOLY     SPIRIT. 


4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  Him  His  right, 
All  glory  and  po\ver,and  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.   (1708 — 1788.)   1744.    ab. 
JJ  J  Praise  for  Salvation.  IO,  II. 

1  Our  Saviour  alone,  the  Lord  let  us  bless, 
Who   reigns  on  His  throne,  the  Prince  of 

our  peace ; 
Who  evermore  saves  us  by  shedding  His 

blood : 
All  hail,  holy  Jesus,  our  Lord  and  our  God  ! 

2  We  thankfully  sing  Thy  glory  and  praise, 
Thou  merciful  Spring  of  pity  and  grace. 
Thy  kindness  forever  to  men  will  we  tell ; 
And  say  our  dear  Saviour  redeemed  us 

from  hell. 

3  Preserve  us  in  love  while  here  we  abide : 
O  never  remove  Thy  presence,  nor  hide 
Thy  glorious  salvation,  till  each  of  us  see, 
With  joy,  the  blest  vision  completed  in 

Thee! 

Rev.  John  Cennick.    (1717 — 1755.)  1743-  alt. 


336 


"He  is  not  here.' 
Matt,  xxviii.  6. 


C.  P.  M. 


i   Come  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay, 
And  hear  angelic  watchers  say 
"He  lives,  who  once  was  slain  : 
Why  seek  the  living  'midst  the  dead? 
Remember  how  the  Saviour  said  i 

That  Pie  would  rise  again." 

2  O  joyful  sound !  O  glorious  hour, 
When  by  His  own  almighty  power 

He  rose,  and  left  the  grave ! 
Now  let  our  songs  His  triumph  tell, 
Who  burst  the  bands  of  death  and  hell, 

And  ever  lives  to  save. 

3  The  First-begotten  of  the  dead, 
For  us  He  rose,  our  glorious  Head, 

Immortal  life  to  bring; 
What  though  the  saints  like  Him  shall  die, 
They  share  their  Leader's  victory, 

And  triumph  with  their  King. 

4  No  more  they  tremble  at  the  grave, 
For  Jesus  will  their  spirits  save, 

And  raise  their  slumbering  dust : 
O  risen  Lord,  in  Thee  we  live, 


To  Thee  our  ransomed  souls  we  give, 
To  Thee  our  bodies  trust. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    1806.  ab.  and  alt 

n^H  Looking  unto  Jesus.  C.  P.  M. 

0«J  /  John  xiv.  1. 

1  Children  of  light,  arise  and  shine  ! 
Your  birth,  your  hopes,  are  all  divine, 

Your  home  is  in  the  skies. 
O  then,  for  heavenly  glory  born, 
Look  down  on  all  with  holy  scorn 

That  earthly  spirits  prize. 

2  WTith  Christ,  with  glory  full  in  view, 
O  what  is  all  the  world  to  you  ? 

What  is  it  all  but  loss? 
Come  on,  then,  cleave  no  more  to  earth, 
Nor  wrong  your  high  celestial  birth, 

Ye  pilgrims  of  the  cross. 

3  The  cross  is  ours,  we  bear  it  now ; 
But  did  He  not  beneath  it  bow, 

And  suffer  there  at  last  ? 
All  that  we  feel  can  Jesus  tell ; 
His  gracious  soul  remembers  well 

The  sorrows  of  the  past. 

4  O  blessed  Lord,  we  yet  shall  reign, 
Redeemed  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  pain, 

And  walk  with  Thee  in  white. 
We  suffer  now,  but  O,  at  last 
We  '11  bless  Thee,  Lord,  for  all  the  past, 

And  own  our  cross  was  light. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.    (1796—)    1839. 
33"  "  The  Lord  is  King:'  H.  M. 

1  Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  His  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  given; 


THE     HOLY     SPIRIT. 


97 


Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand 

Till  all  His  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  His  command, 

And  fall  beneath  His  feet : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

5  He  all  His  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    174S. 


"  /  will  send  Him  unto  yon.' 
John.  xvi.  7. 


H.  M. 


339 

1  Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts, 

The  promise  to  receive : 
Jesus  Himself  imparts, 

He  comes  in  man  to  live ; 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 

2  Jesus  is  glorified, 

And  gives  the  Comforter. 
His  Spirit,  to  reside 

In  all  His  members  here  : 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 

3  To  make  an  end  of  sin, 

And  Satan's  works  destroy, 
He  brings  His  kingdom  in, 

Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy : 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 

4  Sent  down  to  make  us  meet 

To  see  His  glorious  Face, 
And  grant  us  each  a  seat 
In  that  thrice  happy  place, 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 


5  From  heaven  He  shall  once  more 

Triumphantly  descend, 
And  all  His  saints  restore 

To  joys  that  never  end : 
Then,  then,  when  all  our  joys  are  given, 
Rejoice  in  God,  rejoice  in  heaven. 

Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791 .)    1746.  ah. 


The  Comforter  comes. 
John  xvi.  7. 


340 

1  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 

His  tender  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  semblance  of  a  dove 

With  sheltering  wings  outspread, 
The  holy  balm  of  peace  and  love 
On  earth  to  shed. 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  tho't,that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness 
Are  His  alone. 

6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  see: 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  meet  for  Thee. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber.    (1773 — 1862.)    1829.  ab. 

,,   ,  T  Pentecost.  C.  M. 

J  4  l  Acts.  ii.  1—4. 

i  No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 
No  footprints  on  the  air ; 
Jesus  hath  gone ;  the  face  of  earth 
Is  desolate  and  bare. 

2  That  Upper  Room  is  heaven  on  earth  : 

Within  its  precincts  lie 
All  that  earth  has  of  faith,  or  hope, 
Or  heaven-born  charity. 

3  Hecomes!  He  comes  Ithatmighty  Breath 

From  heaven's  eternal  shores ; 
His  uncreated  freshness  fills 
His  Bride,  as  she  adores. 


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4  Earth  quakes  before  that  rushing  blast, 

Heaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
That  Upper  Room  around. 

5  One  moment — and  the  Spirit  hung 

O'er  all  with  dread  desire  ; 
Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 

6  The  Spirit  came  into  the  Church 

With  His  unfailing  power; 
He  is  the  living  Heart  that  beats 
Within  her  at  this  hour. 

7  Most  tender  Spirit,  mighty  God, 

Sweet  must  Thy  presence  be, 
If  loss  of  Jesus  can  be  gain, 
So  long  as  we  have  Thee  ! 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814 — 1863.)    1849. 
ab.   and  si.  alt. 

342  Pentecost.  C.  M. 

1  When  Godofold  came  down  from  heaven, 

In  power  and  wrath  He  came; 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  But  when  He  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime, 
Hovered  His  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires,  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown,  ' 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  And,  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 
The  trump  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
Thrilled  from  the  deep  dark  cloud ; 

5  So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing  mighty  wind. 

6  It  fills  the  Church  of  God,  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  it  is  found. 

7  Come, Lord, comeWisdom,Love,and Power 

Open  our  ears  to  hear; 


Let  us  not  miss  the  accepted  hour; 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

Rev  John  Keble.    (1792 — 1866.)    1827.    ab. 

343  Prayer  to  the  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayers, 

And  make  this  house  Thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers, 
O  come,  Great  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame : 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour  ; 
May  barrenness  rejoice  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 

5  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known, 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

6  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayers, 
Make  a  lost  world  Thy  home ; 

Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers, 
O  come,  Great  Spirit,  come  ! 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed.    (1787 — 1862.)    1843.  ab. 

344  The  Promise  fulfilled.  C.  M. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky: 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  His  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  His  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  His  heavenly  breath, 
New  life  creates  within ; 

He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  shows  them  unto  men  ; 
The  fallen  soul  His  temple  makes, 
God's  image  stamps  again. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
With  Thy  celestial  fire ; 

Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love, 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cotterill.    (1779 — 1823.)    1819.   ab. 


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J4j  The  Spirit  entreated  to  come.  8,  7.  D. 

1  COME,  Thou  everlasting  Spirit, 

Bring  to  every  thankful  mind 
All  the  Saviour's  dying  merit, 

All  His  sufferings  for  mankind: 
True  recorder  of  His  passion, 

Now  the  living  faith  impart; 
Now  reveal  His  great  salvation, 

Preach  His  gospel  to  our  heart. 

2  Come,  Thou  Witness  of  His  dying, 

Come,  Remembrancer  divine; 
Let  us  feel  Thy  power  applying 

Christ  to  every  soul,  and  mine ; 
Let  us  groan  Thine  inward  groaning, 

Look  on  Him  we  pierced,  and  grieve, 
All  receive  the  grace  atoning, 

All  the  sprinkled  blood  receive. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)   1745. 
34^  Prayer  for  Light  8,  7.  D. 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  love's  revealing 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart: 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 
Come,  Thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

3  Save  us  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince, 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins ; 
By  Thine  all-restoring  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release, 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1745. 
34/  "  Love  Divine."  8,  7.  D. 

I  Love  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ; 


Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 
All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 

Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 
Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 

Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe,  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest ; 
Take  away  our  power  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above, 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  Thy  new  creation, 
Pure,  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 

Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1747.    si.  alt. 
34"  The  Spirit  still  given.  8,  7.  D. 

1  Day  divine,  when  sudden  streaming 

To  the  Lord's  first  lovers  came 
Glory  new  and  treasures  teeming, 

Mighty  gifts  and  tongues  of  flame ! 
Day  to  happy  souls  commended, 

When  the  Holy  Ghost  was  given, 
When  the  Comforter  descended, 

And  brought  down  the  joy  of  heaven ! 

2  Hath  the  Holy  Ghost  been  holden 

By  those  ancient  saints  alone  ? 
Only  may  the  ages  olden 

Call  the  Comforter  their  own  ? 
Wonders  we  may  not  inherit, 

Signs  and  tongues  we  may  not  crave ; 
Yet  we  still  receive  the  Spirit, 

Still  the  Comforter  we  have. 


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3  Sure  the  Holy  Ghost  is  dwelling 

With  the  souls  that  holier  grow; 
Signs  most  glorious,  all  excelling, 

Witness  brightest  we  may  show : 
Hope  that  makes  ashamed  never, 

Perfect  peace  that  passeth  thought, 
Mighty  joy  that  stayeth  ever, 

Love  Divine  that  changeth  not. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill.    (1819 — )      i860,  ab. 
349  The  Descent  0/  the  Spirit.  S.  M. 

i   Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind. 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

6  Spirit  of  truth ,  be  Thou, 

In  life  and  death,  our  guide; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S54.)    1819,  1825. 


jj^  Invocation. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Light,  life,  and  joy  dispense; 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 


s.  M. 


3  O  melt  this  frozen  heart, 

This  stubborn  will  subdue; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  The  profit  will  be  mine, 

But  Thine  shall  be  the  praise; 
Cheerful  to  Thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717 — 1795)    1818. 
35^  Prayer  for  the  Spirit.  S.  M. 

i   O  for  the  happy  hour 

When  God  will  hear  our  cry, 
And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

2  We  meet,  we  sing,  we  pray, 

We  listen  to  the  word, 
In  vain: — we  see  no  cheering  ray, 
No  cheering  voice  is  heard. 

3  While  many  crowd  Thy  house, 

How  few,  around  Thy  board, 

Meet  to  record  their  solemn  vows, 

And  bless  Thee  as  their  Lord. 

4  Thou,  Thou  alone  canst  give 

Thy  gospel  sure  success, 
And  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  in  holiness. 

5  Come,  with  Thy  power  divine, 

Spirit  of  life  and  love; 
Then  shall  our  people  all  be  Thine, 
Our  church  like  that  above. 

Rev.  George  Washington  Bethune.    (1805 — 1862.) 
1843,  1848.    ab. 

352  To  the  Holy  Ghost.  S.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
.  And  open  all  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith. 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 


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4  Show  us  that  loving  Man 

That  rules  the  courts  of  bliss, 
The  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Mighty  God, 
The  Eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  'T  is  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  nevv-create  the  whole. 

6  Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart.    (1712 — 1768.)   1759.  ab. 

353  L  tradings  cf  the  Spirit.  S .  M . 

1  That  we  might  walk  with  God, 

He  forms  our  hearts  anew ; 
Takes  us,  like  Ephraim,  by  the  hand, 
And  teaches  us  to  go. 

2  He  by  His  Spirit  leads 

In  paths  before  unknown; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  His  own. 

3  Assisted  by  His  grace, 

We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

4  'T  is  He  that  works  to  will, 

'T  is  He  that  works  to  do ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

Rev  Benjamin  Beddome.    1818. 

354  Invocation  to  the  Holy  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  Blest  Comforter  Divine, 

Whose  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  point  our  souls  above ; 

2  Thou,  who  with  "still  small  voice," 

Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay ; 

3  Thou,  whose  inspiring  breath 

Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear ; 


4  Thou,  who  dost  fill  the  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race  ; 
Blest  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
The  blessings  ot  Thy  grace. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Howard  Huntley  Sigourney.  (1791 — 1865.)  1824. 
J  J  J  Rom.  viii.  14,  16.    Eph.  i.    13,  14. 

1  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)    1709. 


The  Spirit's  Influences  desired. 
Acts  x.  44. 


C.  M. 


356 

i   Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 
Behold  Thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  Thy  gate. 

2  O  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven ; 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 
Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 


4  Diffuse,  O  God,  those  copious  showers, 
That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  the  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755.   ab. 


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JJ  /  "  Ofons  amoris,  Spiritus."  C.  M. 

i   O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  love, 
Biest  source  of  gifts  divine, 
Kindle,  we  pray  Thee,  from  above 
The  inmost  souls  of  Thine. 

2  Shed  in  each  faithful  heart  abroad 
Love  that  doth  all  excel; 
That  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
For  evermore  may  dwell. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin     (1676 — 1749.)    1736.    ab. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  E.  Leeson.    1864. 


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C.  M. 


"  The  Comforter  is  come." 

1  My  God,  my  reconciled  God, 

Creator  of  my  peace  : 
Thee  will  I  love,  and  praise,  and  sing, 
Till  life  and  breath  shall  cease. 

2  My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ; 
I  hear  His  joyful  voice. 

3  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

4  Down  from  above  the  blessed  Dove      • 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love : 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

5  My  God,  my  reconciled  God, 

Creator  of  my  peace : 
Thee  will  I  love,  and  praise,  and  sing, 
Till  life  and  breath  shall  cease. 

Rev.  John  Mason.    ( — 1694.)    1683.   ab. 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys : 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 


4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 


360 


"  Thy  Spirit  in  our  Heart."  C.  M: 

i  Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
Thy  Holy  Ghost  send  down; 
Fulfil  in  us  Thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  Thy  mercies  crown. 

2  Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love, 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give; 
Quicken  our  souls,  born  from  above, 
In  Christ  that  we  may  live. 

4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  His  grace, 
And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  His  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, 

Life's  ever-springing  well ; 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
In  love  eternal  dwell. 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis.    (1732 — 1820.)    1792. 
jyJ  J-     For  a  well-grounded  Hope  of  Salvation.   CM. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  truth, 

Our  contrite  hearts  inspire: 
Kindle  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  'T  is  Thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 

With  Satan's  yoke  oppressed ; 
'T  is  Thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be  : 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart, 
May  worship  only  Thee. 


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4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 
That  we  're  the  sons  of  God, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

Rev  Joseph  Hart.    (1712 — 1768.)    1759.    much  alt. 
Rev   Thomas  Cotterill.    (1779 — 1823.)    1S10.  ab. 


362 


"  Vent  Creator  Spiritus."  L.  M. 

i  Come,  O  Creator-Spirit  blest, 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest; 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter,  to  Thee  we  cry; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high, 
O  Fount  of  life,  O  Fire  of  love, 
And  sweet'  anointing  fiom  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  cf  life  aside. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  7th  or  8th  Century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1814 — )  1849.  ab.  and  alt. 


363 


The  Operations  0/  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 

i  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  grace; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin : 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy  voice  : 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709 


Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truths  Thy  word  reveals ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way ; 
The  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  makeTne  know 

The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 
The  vanity  of  things  below, 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 

Spread,  like  the  sun,  Thy  beams  abroad. 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717 — 1795)    1818. 


365 


364 


Teachings  oj  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 

I  COME,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 
Whose  power  and  g^accare  unconfined> 


Prayer  for  Rest  in  Cod.  L.  M . 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 

And  fit  me  to  approach  my  Gcd ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  Thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  heavenly  fire? 
O  kindle  now  the  sacred  fiame ; 
Teach  it  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  me  now  the  Saviour  sec : 
O  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  my  Spirit  rest  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Forster  Burder's  Coll.    1826. 
j""  Prayer  for  Light,  and  Guidance.  L.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
My  sinful  maladies  remove  : 

Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  my  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 
That  I  from  God  may  ne'er  depart 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  Living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray ; 
Lead  me  to  Heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


'104 


THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


5  Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  I  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  to  Thy  Word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  sure  directions  how  to  live. 

Rev.  Simon  Browne.    (1680 — 1732.)    1720.  ab. 


367 


The  spirit  dwelling  in  us. 
John  xiv.    16,  17. 


L.  M. 


i   SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh; 
'T  is  He  sustains  my  fainting  heart : 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  I  not  find  His  healing  voice 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice  ? 

3  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
That  animates  these  strong  desires? 

4  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 

I  love  my  God,  and  taste  His  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  Thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacrea  peace? 

5  Let  Thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778  )    1760.  ab. 


368 


'  Spirit  of Mercy,  Truth,  and  Love."     L.  M. 

i   Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 
O  shed  Thine  influence  from  above ; 
And  still  through  endless  time  convey 
The  wonders  of  this  sacred  day. 

2  In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue, 
Be  God's  surpassing  glory  sung; 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  our  Saviour  wrought. 

3  Unfailing  Comfort,  Heavenly  Guide, 
Still  in  our  longing  hearts  abide; 
Still  let  mankind  Thy  blessings  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 

Rev.  R.  W.  Kyle.    1775. 


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Prayer  for  Peace  and  Rest. 

1  Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  Divine, 
Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine ; 


All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  Thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free, 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart, 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way, 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

John  Stocker.    1776.3b. 
3  I  With  Light,  with  Pozuer,  with  "Joy.  7' 

i  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 
Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  Divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine, 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed.    (1787 — i8f2.)    1843.  ab. 
3/1  "  Hail  the  joyful  Day's  Return."  7' 

1  Hail  the  joyful  day's  return, 
Hail  the  Pentecostal  morn, 
Morn  when  our  ascended  Head 
On  His  Church  His  Spirit  shed. 
Like  to  cloven  tongues  of  flame 
On  the  twelve  the  Spirit  came ; 
Tongues,  that  earth  may  hear  the  call; 
Fire,  that  love  may  burn  in  all. 

2  Hear  the  speech  before  unknown; 
Trembling  crowds  the  wonder  own : 
What  though  hardened  some  abide, 
And  the  holy  work  deride  ? 


THE    HOLY     SPIRIT. 


*05 


Lord,  to  Thee  Thy  people  bend, 
Unto  us  Thy  Spirit  send  : 
Blessings  of  this  sacred  day 
Grant  us,  dearest  Lord,  we  pray. 

3  Thou  who  didst  our  fathers  guide, 
With  their  children  still  abide ; 
Grant  us  pardon,  grant  us  peace, 
Till  our  earthly  wanderings  cease. 
To  the  Father  praises  sing, 
Praise  to  Christ,  our  risen  King, 
Praise  to  Thee,  the  Lord  of  love, 
Blessed  Spirit,  Holy  Dove. 

Robert  Campbell.    (—1868.)   1830. 
Ol  "  Granted  is  the  Saviour's  Prayer."  7 '• 

1  Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
Sent  the  gracious  Comforter, 
Promise  of  our  parting  Lord, 
Jesus,  to  His  heaven  restored. 

2  Christ,  who  now  gone  up  on  high, 
Captive  leads  captivity, 

While  His  foes  from  Him  receive 
Grace,  that  God  with  man  may  live. 

3  God,  the  everlasting  God, 
Makes  with  mortals  His  abode  ; 
Whom  the  heavens  cannot  contain, 
He  vouchsafes  to  dwell  in  man. 

4.  Never  will  He  thence  depart, 
Inmate  of  a  humble  heart; 
Carrying  on  His  work  within, 
Striving  till  He  cast  out  sin. 

5  There  He  helps  our  feeble  moans, 
Deepens  our  imperfect  groans; 
Intercedes  in  silence  there, 
Sighs  the  unutterable  prayer. 

6  Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Enter  our  devoted  breast : 

Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Kindle  there  the  gospel  fire. 

7  Crown  the  agonizing  strife, 
Principle  and  Lord  of  life: 
Life  divine  in  us  renew, 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver  too ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S — 1788.)   1739.  ab- 


,5  /  «5  "  Dwell  with  me. " 

1  Gratious  Spirit,  dwell  with  me; 
I  myself  would  gracious  be, 

And  wkh  words  that  help  and  heal 
Would  Thy  life  in  mine  reveal, 
And  with  actions  bold  and  meek 
Would  for  Christ  my  Saviour  speak. 

2  Truthful  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  truthful  be, 
And  with  wisdom  kind  and  clear 
Let  Thy  life  in  mine  appear, 
And  with  actions  brotherly 
Speak  my  Lord's  sincerity. 

3  Tender  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  tender  be, 
Shut  my  heart  up  like  a  flower 
At  temptation's  darksome  hour, 
Open  it  when  shines  the  sun, 
And  His  love  by  fragrance  own. 

4.  Silent  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  quiet  be, 
Quiet  as  the  growing  blade 
Which  through  earth  its  way  has  made; 
Silently,  like  morning  light, 
Putting  mists  and  chills  to  flight. 

5  Mighty  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  mighty  be, 
Mighty  so  as  to  prevail 
Where  unaided  man  must  fail, 
Ever  by  a  mighty  hope 
Pressing  on  and  bearing  up. 

6  Holy  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  holy  be; 
Separate  from  sin,  I  would 
Choose  and  cherish  all  things  good, 
And  what  ever  I  can  be 

Give  to  Him,  who  gave  me  Thee  ! 

Rev.  Thomas  Toke  Lynch.    (1818 — 1871.)    1850. 
O  /  T"  "  I'cni  Sancte  Spiritus."  0,  4' 

i  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love, 
Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray! 
Divinely  good  Thou  art; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart: 
0  come  to-day  ! 


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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  guest, 

With  soothing  power: 
Rest,  which  the  wean-  know, 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow, 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow, 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill; 

Dwell  in  each  breast; 
We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine, 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest ! 

Exalt  our  low  desires; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires; 

Heal  every  wound : 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend ; 
Our  icy  coldness  end  ; 
Our  devious  steps  attend, 

While  heavenward  bound. 

Come,  all  the  faithful  bless; 
Let  all  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy  ! 

Robert  II,  King  of  France.     (972 — T031.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (1S08— )    iS53. 


Help  us  when  we  look  to  Thee  ; 
Grant  us  endless  joy  to  see. 

Rev.  Arthur  Tozer  Russell.    (i8c6— )    1S4S,  1P51. 


376 


7.5- 


375 


"  Come,  O promised  Comjjrter." 


.61. 


Come,  O  promised  Comforter; 
Light  upon  our  darkness  pour. 
Father  of  the  poor  Thou  art; 
Then  to  us  Thy  gifts  impart. 
Light  of  everlasting  Day  ! 
Lord,  direct  us  on  our  way. 

Consolation  all  divine, 
Blessed  Comforter,  is  Thine : 
Be  our  strength  in  weariness; 
Thou  the  weeping  heart  dost  bless ; 
Sweet  repose  in  every  toil, 
Thou  dost  all  our  griefs  beguile. 

Lord,  Thy  perfect  gifts  bestow 
On  the  fold  of  Christ  below ; 
Crown  our  days  with  heavenly  grace, 
Help  us  when  we  close  our  race: 


"Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite." 

i  Holy  Ghost,  the  infinite, 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  Thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

2  We  are  sinful,  cleanse  us,  Lord; 
We  are  faint,   Thy  strength  afford ; 
Lost,  until  by  Thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

3  Like  the  dew,  Thy  peace  distil  ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And   with  voiceless  groanirvg   plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Comforter  Divine ! 

5  In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, 

Comforter  Divine ! 

6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God ; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road, 

To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

George  Rawson.    (1807—)  1853.  alt. 
Oil  "Holy,  heavenly  Love.  7>  5° 

i  Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost, 
Taught  by  Thee,  we  covet  most, 
Of  Thy  gifts  at  Pentecost, 
Holy,  heavenly  Love. 

2  Love  is  kind,  and  suffers  long, 
Love  is  meek,  and  thinks  no  wrong, 
Love  than  death  itself  more  strong: 

Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

3  Prophecy  will  fade  away, 
Melting  in  the  light  of  day; 
Love  will  ever  with  us  stay : 

Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

4  Faith  will  vanish  into  sight, 
Hope  be  emptied  in  delight ; 


THE    HOLY     SPIRIT. 


107 


Love  in  heaven  will  shine  more  bright : 
Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

5  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  we  see 
Joining  hand  in  hand  agree; 
But  the  greatest  of  the  three, 
And  the  best,  is  Love. 

Ep.  Christopher  Wordsworth.  (1807 — )    1862.  ab.  and  alt. 
3  /  O  A  Prayer  to  the  Holy  Ghost.  • 

i   Thou  who  like  the  wind  dost  come, 
Come  to  me;  but  ne'er  depart: 
Blessed  Spirit,  make  Thy  home 
In  my  thankful  heart. 

2  Answer  not  with  tongues  of  light; 

Brood  not  o'er  me  like  a  dove ; 
Fall  upon  me  in  Thy  might; 
Fill  me  with  Thy  love. 

3  Sin  has  ruled  me;  set  me  free. 

Sin  has  scourged  me;  bring  me  rest. 
Help  my  fainting  soul  to  flee 
To  my  Saviour's  breast. 

4  Tell  me  much  of  cleansing  blood ; 

Show  me  sin,  but  sin  forgiven: 
Step  by  step,  where  Christ  has  trod, 
Help  me  home  to  heaven. 

Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge  Ganse.    (1822 — )  1873. 
3/9  "Come,  Holy  Ghost."  L.  M.  61. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all  quickening  fire, 

Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  rest ; 
Drawn  by  the  lure  of  strong  desire, 

O  come  and  consecrate  my  breast; 
The  temple  of  my  soul  prepare, 
And  fix  Thy  sacred  presence  there. 

2  My  peace,  my  life,  my  comfort  now, 

My  treasure,  and  my  all  Thou  art; 
True  Witness  of  my  sonship  Thou, 

Engraving  pardon  on  my  heart : 
Seal  of  my  sins  in  Christ  forgiven, 
Earnest  of  love,  and  pledge  of  heaven. 

3  Come,  then,  my  God,  mark  out  Thine  heir, 

Of  heaven  a  larger  earnest  give, 
With  clearer  light  Thy  witness  bear; 

More  sensibly  within  me  live: 
Let  all  my  powers  Thy  entrance  feel, 
And  deeper  stamp  Thyself  the  Seal. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.   (1708— 17S8  )   1739.    ab. 


3o0  "  Veni  Creator  Sfn'ritus"  L,  M.  61. 

i  COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire ; 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  seven-fold  gifts  impart : 
Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love. 

2  Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dullness  of  our  blinded  sight; 
Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace ; 
Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home ; 
Where  Thou  art  guide,  no  ill  can  come. 

3  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee,  of  both,  to  be  but  one; 
That  through  the  ages  all  along, 
This  still  may  be  our  endless  song : 
All  praise,  with  all  the  heavenly  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Unknown  Author  of  the  7th  or  8th  century. 
Tr.  by  Bp.  John  Cosin.    (1594 — 1672.)  1627.  alt. 

»)  "  Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come."   L.  M.  6!. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 

Enlivening,  consecrating  Fire, 
Descend,  and  with  celestial  heat 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire ; 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume: 

Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come. 

2  In  our  cold  breast,  0  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame  which  seraphs  feel ; 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumbed  and  stupid  still: 
Come,  vivifying  Spirit,  come, 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  constant  home. 

3  Whatever  guilt  and  madness  dare, 

We  would  not  quench  the  heavenly  fire  ; 
Our  hearts  as  fuel  we  prepare, 

Though  in  the  flame  we  should  expire ; 
Our  breasts  expand  to  make  Thee  room : 
Come,  purifying  Spirit,  come. 

4  Let  pure  devotion's  fervors  rise ; 
Let  every  pious  passion  glow : 

0  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below: 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  souls  Thy  constant  home. 

Rev.  Samuel  Davies     (1724-1761.)    1769. 


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THE     HOLY     SPIRIT, 


^<Jf         "  Vcni  Sanctc  Sj>irit7is."  7- 31- 

i    Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light, 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give. 

2  Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come,  with  treasures  which  endure, 

Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live. 

3  Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

4  Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 

Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

5  Light  immortal,  Light  divine, 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill. 

6  If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay ; 

All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

7  Heal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew, 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew; 

Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away. 

8  Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will, 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 

Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

9  Thou,  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 

In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend. 

io  Give  them  comfort  when  they  die, 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high ; 
Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 

Robert  n.  King  of  France.   (972 — 1031  ) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1814—)    1849. 


"  The  Promise  of  the  Father.' 
Acts  1.  4, 


7-  3h 


383 

1  HOLY  Ghost  that,  promised,  came 
With  the  Pentecostal  flame, 

Comforter,  we  hail  Thy  name. 

2  For  Thy  mighty  help  we  call; 
On  our  waiting  spirits  fall; 

Fill  us,  cheer  us,  rule  us  all. 

3  'Neath  Thy  breath  our  graces  bloom ; 
Flee  our  wintry  shades  and  gloom  ; 

Come  !  our  hearts  prepare  Thee  room. 


4  If  but  Thou  within  us  move, 

We  shall  mount  on  wings  of  love, 
Joyous  as  the  hosts  above. 

5  O  what  raptures  may  we  feel, 
If  but  Thou  our  eyes  unseal, 

And  the  things  of  Christ  reveal. 

6  Blessed  Helper,  by  Thee  led, 
On,  our  willing  feet  shall  tread, 

Till  we  see  our  glorious  Head. 

7  Then,  immortal  years  begun, 
While  the  eternal  circuits  run, 

Praise,  all  Heaven,  the  Three  in  One  ! 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer,    (1808—)    1873. 


384 


L.  M.  61. 


"  Vent  Creator  S/n'rities.' 

1  CREATOR  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 

The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind, 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind  ; 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  Thy  temples  worthy  Thee. 

2  O  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete ; 
Thrice  holy  Fount,  thrice  holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire  ; 
Come,  and  Thy  sacred  unction  bring, 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

3  Plenteous  of  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Rich  in  Thy  sevenfold  energy, 

Thou  Strength  of  His  almighty  hand, 
Whose  power  doth  heaven  and  earth  corn- 
Proceeding  Spirit,  our  Defence,       |"mand, 
Who  dost  the  gift  of  tongues  dispense. 

4  Refine  and  purge  our  earthly  parts; 
But,  O  inflame  and  fire  our  hearts; 
Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe ; 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  Thee. 

5  Immortal  honors,  endless  fame, 
Attend  the  almighty  Father's  name  ! 
The  Saviour  Son  be  glorified, 

Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died  ! 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee  ! 

Unknown  Author  of  the  7th  or  8th  century. 
Tr.  by  John  Drydcn.    (1631  — 1700.)   1699.   ab. 


THE    HOLY     SPIRIT.       THE    SCRIPTURES. 


iog 


3^5      Groaning  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption.   L.  M.     I 

i  WHEN  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice, 
Which  only  faithful  souls  can  hear? 
Pardon,  and  peace,  and  heavenly  joys 

Attend  the  promised  Comforter  : 
He  comes  !  and  righteousness  divine, 
And  Christ,  and  all  with  Christ,  is  mine. 

2  O  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 

Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest; 
But  fix  in  me  His  constant  home, 

And  keep  possession  of  my  breast, 
And  make  my  soul  His  loved  abode, 
The  temple  of  indwelling  God. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart  inspire; 

Attest  that  I  am  born  again  ; 
Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  fire, 

Or  all  Thy  former  gifts  are  vain. 
I  cannot  rest  in  sins  forgiven ; 
Where  is  the  earnest  of  my  heaven  ? 

4  Where  the  indubitable  seal, 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine? 
The  powerful  stamp  I  long  to  feel, 

The  signature  of  love  divine : 
O  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulness  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God ! 

Pev.  Charles  Wesley     (1708— 1788  )    1740  ab. 


[4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  Thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.   (1674 — 174S.)    1719. 


The  Uses  of  Scripture 
Ps.  xix. 


L.  P.  M. 


Cod  praised  for  His  Word.         L.  P.  M. 
Ps   lvi. 


386 

1  I  LOVE  the  volumes  of  Thy  word; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distressed: 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  Thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw : 

These  are  my  study  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  past 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thythreateningswakemyslumberingeyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 

But  't  is  Thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 


387 

1  JOIN,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
To  praise  Him  for  His  sacred  word, 
That  word,  like  manna,  sent  from  heaven. 
To  all  who  seek  it  freely  given  ; 

Its  promises  our  fears  remove, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 

2  It  tells  us,  though  oppressed  with  cares, 
The  God  of  mercy  hears  our  prayers; 
Though  steep  and  rough  theappointed  way, 
His  mighty  arm  shall  be  our  stay; 
Though  deadly  foes  assail' our  peace, 

His  power  shall  bid  their  malice  cease. 

3  It  tells  who  first  inspired  our  breath, 
Whose  blood  redeemed  our  souls  from  death; 

It  tells  of  grace,  grace  freely  given, 
And  shows  the  path  to  God  and  heaven : 
O  bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord 
For  all  the  treasures  of  His  word. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber     (177^—1862.)    i82q. 
300  To  understand  God's  IVord.         L.  P.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  Truth,  essential  God, 

Who  didst  Thine  ancient  saints  inspire, 
Shed  in  their  hearts  Thy  love  abroad, 

And  touch  their  hallowed  lips  with  fire, 
Our  God  from  all  eternity, 
World  without  end  we  worship  Thee. 

2  Still  we  believe,  Almighty  Lord, 

Whose  presence  fills  both  earth  and  heaven, 
The  meaning  of  the  written  word 

Is  still  by  inspiration  given;  ' 
Thou  only  dost  Thyself  explain 
The  secret  mind  of  God  to  man. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1767.  ab. 
3o9  " Holy  Bible,  Book  divine."  7. 

i   HOLY  Bible,  book  Divine, 

Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ; 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 


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THE    SCRIPTURES. 


z  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
Light  and  life  beyond  the  tomb ; 
Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

John  Burton.    (1773 — 1856.)   1805. 
O7  "  Inuucr  muss  ich  nvieder  lesen."  7' 

1  Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading, 

In  the  ancient  holy  Book, 
Of  my  Saviour's  gentle  pleading, 
Truth  in  every  word  and  look. 

2  How  when  children  came  He  blessed  them, 

Suffered  no  man  to  reprove ; 
Took  them  in  His  arms  and  pressed  them 
To  His  heart  with  words  of  love. 

3  How  He  healed  the  sick  and  dying, 

Heard  the  contrite  sinner's  moan, 
Sought  the  poor,  and  stilled  their  crying, 
Called  them  brothers  and  His  own. 

4  Still  I  read  the  ancient  story, 

And  my  joy  is  ever  new ; 
How  for  us  He  left  His  glory, 
How  He  still  is  kind  and  true. 

5  Let  me  kneel,  my  Lord,  before  Thee, 

Let  my  heart  in  tears  o'erflow, 
Melted  by  Thy  love  adore  Thee, 
Blest  in  Thee  mid  joy  or  woe. 

Miss  Luise  Hensel.    (1798 — )   1829. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.   (1829 — )  1858.  ab.  andalt 

O77  "  M 'alte,  ivalte  nah  undfern."      ~  7* 

i  Spread,  O  spread,  thou  mighty  word, 
Spread  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 
Wheresoe'er  His  breath  has  given 
Life  to  beings  meant  for  heaven. 

2  Tell  them  how  the  Father's  will 
Made  the  world,  and  keeps  it  still ; 
How  He  sent  His  Son  to  save 
All  who  help  and  comfort  crave. 


3  Tell  of  our  Redeemer's  love, 
Who  for  ever  doth  remove, 
By  His  holy  sacrifice, 

All  the  guilt  that  on  us  lies. 

4  Tell  them  of  the  Spirit  given 
Now,  to  guide  us  up  to  heaven, 
Strong  and  holy,  just  and  true 
Working  both  to  will  and  do. 

5  Word  of  life,  most  pure  and  strong, 
Lo,  for  Thee  the  nations  long : 
Spread,  till  from  its  dreary  night 
All  the  world  awakes  to  light. 

6  Lord  of  harvest,  let  there  be 

Joy  and  strength  to  work  for  Thee: 

Let  the  nations,  far  and  near, 

See  Thy  light,  and  learn  Thy  fear. 

Rev.  Jonathan  Frederic  Bahnmaier.   (1774 — 1841.)  1823. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.    1853.  ab. 

J7"    77?^  Scriptures  our  only  Help  and  Guide.  C.  M. 

1  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  Thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace, 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  Here  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

4  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown : 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  may  Thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  Thy  right  hand. 

Rev   Isaac  Watts     (1*74  —  1748)    1709. 


THE    SCRIPTURES. 


Ill 


nf\n   The  Excellency  and  Variety  of  Scripture.  CM. 
jry Ci  Ps.  cxix.    111. 

i   Lord,  I  have  made  Thy  word  my  choice. 
My  lasting  heritage : 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  111  read  the  histories  of  Thy  love, 

And  keep  Thy  laws  in  sight; 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

%  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have : 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Instruction  front  Scripture. 
Ps.  cxix.  9,  30.  105,  11  j,  160. 


C.  M. 


394 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

'And  guard  their  lives  from  sin? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise : 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  Thy  law,  my  God. 

5  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth ; 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts.   1719.  ab. 

Qf>C£        The  Light  and  Glory  0/ the  Word.        CM. 
OyO  Ps.  cxix.  130.    2  Cor.  iv    4 

i   The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 


2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 
It-  gives  alight  to  every  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand,  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  bul  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

William  Cowper     (1731— 1S00.I    1779. 


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The  Riches  of  God's  Word. 
Ps.  cxix. 


C  M. 


1  Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  Thou  forever  near; 
Teach  me  to  love  Thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.   (1717  —  177S.J    1760.3b. 


A  Lamp,  and  a  Light. 
Ps   cxix    105     2  Tim.  111.  16. 


397 

I  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given : 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 


C.  M. 


ii2 


THE    SCRIPTURES. 


2  Its  light,  descending  from  above, 

Our  gloomy  world  to  cheer, 
Displays  a  Saviour's  boundless  love, 
And  brings  His  glories  near. 

3  It  shows  to  man  his  wandering  ways, 

And  where  his  feet  have  trod  ; 
And  brings  to  view  the  matchless  grace 
Of  a  forgiving  God. 

4  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

5  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

Rev.  John  Fawcctt.   (1739 — 1817  )    1782.  ab. 


Cod's  Word  in  His  Works. 
Rom.  1.  20. 


C.  M. 


398 

1  There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 

Which  heavenly  truth  imparts, 

And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 

Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 

2  The  works  of  God,  above,  below, 

Within  us  and  around, 
Are  pages  in  that  book  to  show 
How  God  Himself  is  found. 

3  The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 

Is  like  the  Maker's  love, 
Wherewith  encompassed,  great  and  small 
In  peace  and  order  move. 

4.  The  Saviour  lends  the  light  and  heat 
That  crowns  His  holy  hill; 
The  saints,  like  stars,  around  His  seat 
Perform  their  courses  still. 

5  Thou,  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see 
And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 
And  read  Thee  everywhere. 

Rev.  John  Keble.  (1792 — 1866.)    1827.  ab. 


Delight  in  St  riptnrc. 
Ps.  cxix     97,  14s,  54,  175. 


399 

I  O  HOW  I  love  Thy  holy  law, 
'T  is  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 


C.  M. 


2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  Thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  Thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  Thy  word  my  heart  engage, 

How  well  employ  my  tongue ; 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674—1748.)   1719.  ab. 


Perfection  of  Scripture. 
Ps.  cxix.   96. 


C.  M. 


400 

1  LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  book : 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  Thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  Thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 

But  Thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

4  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Fall  far  below  Thy  word  ; 

But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    J  719.  ab. 
401  "  Lamp  of our  Feet."  CM. 

1  Lamp  of  our  feet,  whereby  we  trace 

Our  path  when  wont  to  stray; 
Stream  from  the  Fount  of  heavenly  grace, 
Brook  by  the  traveller's  way; 

2  Bread  of  our  souls,  whereon  we  feed, 

True  manna  from  on  high  ; 
Our  guide  and  chart,  wherein  we  read 
Of  realms  beyond  the  sky  ; 

3  Pillar  of  fire  through  watches  dark, 

And  radiant  cloud  by  day; 
When  waves  would  whelm  our  tossing  bark 
Our  anchor  and  our  stay; 


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4  Word  of  the  Everlasting  God, 

Will  of  His  glorious  Son; 
Without  thee  how  could  earth  be  trod, 
Or  heaven  itself  be  won  ? 

5  Lord,  grant  us  all  aright  to  learn 

The  wisdom  it  imparts ; 
And  to  its  heavenly  teaching  turn, 
With  simple,  child-like  hearts. 

Bernard  Barton.    (1784-18.49.)    1827.  ab. 
402  "Hail,  tarred  Truth."  CM. 

i   Hail,  sacred  truth,  whose  piercing  rays 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
Diffusing,  o'er  the  mental  world, 
The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus,  Thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  O  send  Thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze; 
And  bid  the  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  Thy  grace. 

John  Buttress.    18:0. 


The  i~.vo  Revelations. 
Ps    xix 


L.  M. 


Prophecy  and  Inspiration. 
2  Tun.  in.  16 


L.  M. 


403 

i  The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord; 

In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 

We  read  Thy  name  in  faiier  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days,  Thy  power  confess, 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand : 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  Thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  Thy  truth  has  ru  n : 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  Thy  judgments  right. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1719.  ab. 


404 

i   'T  WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  His  word; 
His  spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warmed  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought 
Confirmed  the  messages  they  brought; 
The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  his  breath, 
To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  Thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  sec, 
And  read  His  name  who  died  for  me. 

4  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost,  and  vanish  in  the  wind : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure ; 
This  is  Thy  word,  and  must  endure. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 
4^5  God's  Word  our  Guide.  L.  M. 

1  God,  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son, 
Makes  His  eternal  counsels  known: 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners,  of  an  humble  frame, 

May  taste  His  grace,  and  learn  His  name; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains; 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains; 

The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease  ; 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 

A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies; 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  O  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  Thy  holy  word; 
Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

Rev  Benjamin  Bcddome    (1717— 1795  )  1787  ab.  and  alt. 
Rev  Thomas  Cotter  ill.  (1779— 1S23)   1819. 

a  r\£\  "  T/:e  starry  Firmament  " 

4UU  PS     MX. 

1 1  The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 
Yet  shine  not  to  Thy  praise,  O  Lord, 

j     So  brightly  as  Thy  written  word. 


H4 


THE    SCRIPTURES.      FREE    SALVATION. 


2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine,  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  Thee. 

3  When,  taught  by  painful  proof  to  know 
That  all  is  vanity  below, 

The  sinner  roams  from  comfort  far, 
And  looks  in  vain  for  sun  or  star; 

4  Soft  gleaming  then  those  lights  divine 
Through  all  the  cheerless  darkness  shine, 
And  sweetly  to  the  ravished  eye 
Disclose  the  Day-spring  from  on  high. 

5  Almighty  Lord,  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky ; 

6  But,  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 

When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed  away. 

Sir.  Robert  Grant.    (1785—1838)    1815. 


4  O  make  Thy  Church,  dear  Saviour, 

A  lamp  of  burnished  gold, 
To  bear  before  the  nations 

Thy  true  light,  as  of  old. 
O  teach  Thy  wandering  pilgrims 

By  this  their  path  to  trace, 
Till,  clouds  and  darkness  ended, 

They  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

Rev.  William  Walsham  How.    (1823—)   181 


408 


407 


1  O  Word  of  God  incarnate." 


7.  61. 


1  O  WORD  of  God  Incarnate, 

O  Wisdom  from  on  high, 
O  Truth  unchanged,  unchanging, 

O  Light  of  our  dark  sky  ; 
We  praise  Thee  for  the  radiance 

That  from  the  hallowed  page, 
A  lantern  to  our  footsteps, 

Shines  on  from  age  to  age. 

2  The  Church  from  Thee,  her  Master, 

Received  the  gift  divine ; 
And  still  that  light  she  lifteth 

O'er  all  the  earth  to  shine. 
It  is  the  golden  casket 

Where  gems  of  truth  are  stored; 
It  is  the  heaven-drawn  picture 

Of  Thee,  the  living  Word. 

3  It  floateth  like  a  banner 

Before  God's  host  unfurled; 
It  shineth  like  a  beacon 

Above  the  darkling  world ; 
It  is  the  chart  and  compass, 

That  o'er  life's  surging  sea, 
Mid  mists,  and  rocks,  and  quicksands, 

Still  guide,  O  Christ,  to  Thee. 


"  Let  him  come  unto  Me." 

John.  vii.   37.  7.  6  1. 

1  FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  I  hear, 
Bursting  on  my  ravished  ear: 
"Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne; 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan? 

On  My  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid: 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

3  "  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  prest, 
Yet  again  a  child  confest, 

Never  from  His  house  to  roam: 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  "  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end ; 
Lo  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  My  eternal  home: 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

Rev   Thomas  Haweis.    (1732 — 1820.)  179a. 

4  ,-vrt         "  Take  the  Peace  the  Gospel  brings." 
4O9  Ps   exxxv.  2  7-61. 

1  Ye  that  in  His  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 
Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Sons  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care: 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  His  bloody  sacrifice  ; 

See,  in  Him,  your  sins  forgiven, 


FREE     SALVATION. 


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Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven: 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 

Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

Rev   Rowland  Hill.    (1744-1833.)    1774- 
T"  7  lie  Heart  breaking  be/ore  the  Cross. 

1  Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent; 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued! 
See  His  body  mangled,  rent, 
Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  i 
Crucified  the  Incarnate  Son. 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 
Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  Him  there, 
Crowned  with  thorns  His  sacred  head, 
Pierced  Him  with  the  cruel  spear, 
Made  His  soul  a  sacrifice, 

While  for  sinful  man  He  dies. 

3  Wilt  thou  let  Him  bleed  in  vain? 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue? 
Open  all  His  wounds  again, 
And  the  shameful  cross  renew? 
No ;   with  all  my  sins  Pll  part ; 
Break,  O  break,  my  bleeding  heart ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1745.  alt 
4II  "  The  Voice  0/ free  Grace  "  12,  II. 

i  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  to 
the  mountain; 

For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a 
fountain ; 

For  sin, and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgres- 
sion, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of 
salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased 
our  pardon, 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan.' 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  O  flee  to  the 
Saviour ; 

He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor; 

Your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  moun- 
tain, 

His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the 
fountain. 

Hallelujah,  etc. 


3  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly 

glorious ; 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  He  is  more  than  vic- 
torious ; 

With  shouting  proclaim  it,  O  trust  in  His  pas- 
sion, 

He  saves  us  most  freely,  O  glorious  salvation  ! 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to 

the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  Him 

the  more; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks  of 

the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased 

our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass  over 

Jordan. 
Rev.  Richard  BurdsalL    (1735 — 1824.)  1796.  ab.  and  alt 

4I2         "O  come  to  the  merciful  Saviour"      12,  II. 

i  O  COME  to  the  merciful  Saviour  that  calls 
you, 
O  come  to  the  Lord  who  forgives  and  for- 
gets : 
Though  dark  be  the  fortune  on  earth  that  be- 
falls you, 
There's  a  bright  home  above,  where  the  sun 
never  sets- 

2  O  come  then  to  Jesus,  whose  arms  are  ex- 

tended 
To  fold  His  dear  children  in  closest  embrace. 

0  come,  for  your  exile  will  shortly  be  ended, 
And  Jesus  will  show  you  His  beautiful  face. 

3  Then  come  to  the    Saviour,  whose   mercy 

grows  brighter 
The  longer  you  look  at  thedepthsof  His  love ; 
And  fear  not,  'tis  Jesus,  and  life's  cares  grow 
lighter 
As  you  think  of  the  home  and  the  glory  a- 
bove. 

Rev   Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814  — 1863  )  1849.  ab- 
4*3  '' O  turn  ye.  O  turn  ye"  II. 

1  O  TURN  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesusinvitcs  you,  the  Spirit  says,  "Come!" 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  vou  home. 


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2  How  vain  the  delusion, that,  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  betterby  staying  away  ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as 

you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now   Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  re- 

ceive ; 

0  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'T  is  you  Hebids  welcome ;  He  bids  you  come 

home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain, 
To  soothe  your  affliction, or  banish  your  pain? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  whensummoned  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving,and  feeding  on  air  ? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  His  mercy  is  boundless  and 

free. 

Rev.  Josiah  Hopkins.    1830. 
4*4  "To-Day."  6,4. 

i   To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 
Ye  wanderers  come; 
O  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls: 

O  hear  Him  now  ; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 

For  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day: 

Yield  to  His  power  ; 

0  grieve  Him  not  away: 
'T  is  mercy's  hour. 

4  j  r-  The  gracious  Call.  <n 

*■  O  Matt.  xi.  28—30. 

1  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  My  path  your  choice ; 

1  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come. 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 


Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn; 

4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld.  (1743 — 1825.)  1825.  ab.  and  alt. 


"  Why  will  ye  die 
Ezek.  xviii.  31. 


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1  SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love,  and  die? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  ; 
God  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  Himself  that  ye  might  live: 
Will  you  let  Him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  you  slight  His  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why; 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  His  love : 
Will  "you  not  His  grace  receive? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)   1745.  ab. 
4I/  "  T7,e  Yea  r  of  Jubilee  is  come. "  H .  M . 

i  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


FREE    SALVATION. 


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2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  Spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  His  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4-  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come: 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come: 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Rev   Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 17S8.)   1750. 
4  I  O  «  /(  ts  the  year  0/  Jubilee"  H.  M. 

1  Fair  shines  the  morning  star; 

The  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around; 
Joy  to  the  slave  ;  the  slave  is  free : 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Prisoners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly; 
Rise  with  your  Lord;  He  sets  you  free 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

3  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

The  land  your  fathers  won, 
Behold,  how  God  hath  wrought 


Redemption  through  His  Son ; 
Your  heritage  again  is  free  : 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

4  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  justice  due, 
Ransomed,  but  not  with  gold, 

He  gave  Himself  for  you  ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

5  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year  ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free : 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

James  Montgomery.    (1777 — 1854  )    1825. 
*\  ■*■  y  "  Come,  and  -welcome"  8,7)4- 

i   Come,  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  joined  with  power: 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him: 

This  He  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised,  and  mangled  by  the  fall; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Lo,  the  Incarnate  God.  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood: 
Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart.    (1712 — 1768.)   1759.  ab. 


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420  "Hear, a>}d  live"  8,7,4. 

i   Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  O  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim: 
"  Pardon  to  each  rebel  sinner, 
Free  forgiveness  in  His  name:" 

How  important ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  His  name." 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears, 
And,  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 

Tender  heralds ! 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  O  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way; 
Haste  ye  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay, 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

Rev   Jonathan  Allen.    1S01   ab. 

.  ,-,  T  This  our  only  Probation. 

4^i  Eccl  ix    10  L.  M. 

i   Life  is  the  tune  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
T'  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  ail  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  parden  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  v/e  haste; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748)  1709.  ab. 


*  i-\<->  '■'■  The  one  Thing  needful." 

|4^^  J-uke  x.  42.  L.  M. 

1  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above  ? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  His  dying  love? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  ? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue : 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart ; 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  Thy  compassion  spares. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.  (1702 — 1751)   1755-  Hb.  and  alt. 

423  No  Hope  after  Death.  L.  M. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah,  soon  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  He's  found 

3  Soon,  borne  on  tune's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbaths  heavenly  light  shall  rise; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

Rev  Timcthy  Dwight.   (1752  — i3i7  )   1800. 

424  'Haste,  Traveler,  haste.'"  L.  M. 
1   HASTE,  traveller,haste!  the  night  comes  on, 

And  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone; 
The  storm  is  gathering  in  the  west, 
And  thou  art  far  from  home  and  rest. 


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2  O  far  from  home  thy  footsteps  stray ; 
Christ  is  the  Life,  and  Christ  the  Way; 
And  Christ  the  Light,  thy  setting  Sun, 
Sinks  ere  thy  morning  is  begun. 

3  The  rising  tempest  sweeps  the  sky; 
The  rains  descend,  the  winds  are  high; 
The  waters  swell,  and  death  and  fear 
Beset  thy  path,  nor  refuge  near. 

4  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain, 
Flee  for  thy  life,  the  mountain  gain; 
Look  not  behind,  make  no  delay, 

O  speed  thee,  speed  thee  on  thy  way. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collycr.  (1782—1854)  1829.  ab. 
42j  '-  Grieve  not  the  Spirit  "  L.  M . 

1  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  tune  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man; 
Ye,  who  persist  His  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  His  voice  again. 

5  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be; 
O  shoulcl'st  thou  grieve  Him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Mrs.  Ann  Bcadley  Hyde.    (—1872  )    1824.  ab. 


426 


'  The  Gospei  Feast" 
Luke  xiv    16 — 24. 


L.  M. 


i  Come,  sinners,  to. the  gospel  feast, 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
You  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  has  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call, 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 
Come  all  the  world;  come,  sinner,  thou; 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 


3  Come,  then,  ye  souls  by  sins  cpprest, 
Ye  restless  wanderers  after  rest ; 
Ye  poor,  and  maimed,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1706 — 1768  )    1747.  ab. 

.  /->i-7  "Ail  Tilings  are  now  ready." 

t\£  I  Luke  xiv.  17.  L.  M. 

i  Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word; 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  my  Lord ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day; 
All  things  are  ready,    come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  His  late-returning  son; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  His  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  His  love, 
Just  now  the  stony  to  remove, 

T'  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready,  with  Their  shining  host: 
All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, 
"The  dead's  alive,  the  lost  is  found !" 

Rev   Charles  Wesley.    1749.  ab. 


428 


Christ  knocking  at  the  Door. 
Cant.  v.  2.    Rev.  iii.  20. 


L.  M. 


1  Behold,  a  stranger's  at  the  door  ; 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will,  the  very  friend  you  need; 
The  Man  of  Nazareth,  't  is  He, 
With  garments  dyed  at  Calvary. 

3  O  lovely  attitude  !    He  stands 

With  melting  heart,  and  laden  hands. 
O  matchless  kindness !  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  Sin; 
And  let  the  Heavenly  Stranger  in. 


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5  Admit  Him.  for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  Guest . 
Admit  Him,  for  you  can't  expel ; 
Where'er  He  comes,  He  comes  to  dwell. 

6  Admit  Him,  ere  His  anger  burn ; 
His  feet,  departed,  ne  er  return  ! 
Admit  Him ;  or  the  hour  's  at  hand 
When  at  His  door  denied  >ou'll  stand. 

Rev.  Joseph  Grigg.    ( — 1768.)   1765.  ab.  and  alt. 

A  O/l  Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners  L.  M. 

4^V  Matt  xi   28-30 

i   "Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  . 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  My  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  Me; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "Blest  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck: 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  Thy  command; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  Thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  Thy  will. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts    (1674— 1748  )    1709. 
T-«J^  "  yesu  auctor  dementia."  L.  M. 

1  Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  He'll  relieve ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  He'll  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  His  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given; 
Ask,  and  He  turns  your  hell  to  heaven : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  Thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins,  He  blushed  in  blood; 
He  closed  His  eyes  to  show  us  God : 

Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  Thee  I  love,  for  Thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 


5   Insatiate,  to  this  spring  I  fly; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry : 
Ah,  who  against  Thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah,  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ? 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux     (1091 — 1153.  )   1140. 
Tr   Rev.  Anthony  Wilhelm  Boehm.  (1673 — 1722.)  1712.  alt 

t  n  j  "Return,  O  H'auderer,  return."  L.  M. 

«+0  Jer   xxxi.  18 — 20. 

1  RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face; 

Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 

Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's- melting  heart; 
Whose  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
Whose  hand  can  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
He  heard  thy  deep  repentant  sigh, 

He  saw  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live; 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "No  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Rev   William  Bengo  Collyer     (1782— 1854.)    1812.  ab. 


"  Come,  weary  Souls. 
Matt.  xi.  28. 


L.  M. 


432 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distrest, 
The  Saviour  offers  heavenly  rest ; 
The  kind,  the  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart 
The  hope  Thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 


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5  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove; 
O  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778.)   1760.  si.  alt. 

a  r\  /j  "All  Things  are  now  ready."  L.  M. 

4  JJ  Luke  xiv.  17. 

1  O  COME,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored; 
His  proffered  benefits  embrace, 
The  plentitude  of  gospel  grace  : 

2  A  pardon  written  with  His  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God, 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence  : 

3  The  godly  grief,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart, 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven, 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven : 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
The  unutterable  tenderness, 

The  genuine,  meek  humility, 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  to  me  !" — 

5  The  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face, 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1749.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 

tOt-  "  Come,  ye  disconsolate."  II,  IO. 

1  Come,  ye    disconsolate,  where'er   ye  lan- 

guish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell 

your  anguish, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter, tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life ;  see  waters  flow- 

ing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  a- 

bove ; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,  ever 

knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  heaven  can  remove. 

Thomas  Moore.    (1770—1852.)    1816.  v.  1,  2.  alt. 
Thomas  Hastings.   (1784 — 1872  )    v.  3. 


435  " Peace,  troubled  Soul."  L.  M.  61. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  of  woe; 

Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 
And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 

Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
Which  lulls  thy  pain,  which  heals  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  opprest; 
Unburden  here  thy  weighty  load; 

Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 

Thy  God's  thy  Saviour,  glorious  word! 

0  hear,  believe,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

Hon   and  Rev.  Walter  Shirley.  (1725 — 17S6.)  1774   ab. 
43^  Kowov  re  ical  KanaTov.  gj  e     8,  3. 

1  Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distrest? 
"Come  to  me,"  saith  One,  "and  coming 
Be  at  rest !"  . 

2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide? 
"In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 
That  His  brow  adorns? 

"Yea,  a  crown  in  very  surety, 
But  of  thorns!" 

4  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 
What  hath  He  at  last  ? 

"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  past !" 

5  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
"Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away!" 

Stephen  of  St.  Sabas.   (725 — 794.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.   (1818— 1866.)  1862.  ab. 

437  Christ  giving  Rest.  II,IO. 

I  Come  unto  me,  when  shadows  darkly  gather, 
When  the  sad  heart  is  weary  and  distrest, 
Seeking  for  comfort  from  your  Heavenly 
Father, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 


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2  Large  are  the  mansions  in  thy  Father's 

dwelling, 
Glad  are  the  homes  that  sorrows  never  dim ; 
Sweet  are  the  harps  in  holy  music  swelling, 
Soft  arc  the  tones  which  raise  the  heavenly 

hymn. 

3  There,  like  anEden  blossoming  in  gladness, 
Bloom  the  fair  flowers  the  earth  too  rudely 

pressed ; 
Come  unto  me  all  ye  who  droop  in  sadness, 
Come  untD  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest? 

Unknown  Author.   1S54     ab. 


438 


S.  M. 


The  Gospel  Trumpet. 

1  Ye  trembling  captives,  hear ; 

The  gospel-trumpet  sounds ; 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 
Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  'T  is  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar ; 
Salvation's  news  is  spread  afar, 
And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims; 
And  earth,  the  jubilee's  release 
With  eager  rapture  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread , 
And  Jesus  all  His  willing  bands 
In  glorious  triumph  lead. 

Samuel  Doycc.  1801.    sL  alt 


Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

John  Dobell.    (1757  —  1840.)    1806.    ab. 
440  «  Come,  take  His  Offers  now."  CM. 

1  COME,  take  His  offers  now, 

From  every  sin  depart, 
Perform  thy  oft-repeated  vow, 
And  render  Him  thy  heart. 

2  Repent,  return,  receive 

The  grace  through  Jesus  given ; 
Sure,  if  with  God  on  earth  we  live, 
We  live  with  God  in  heaven. 

Rev' Charles  We.-ley     (1708—1760  1    ab.  and  al-t. 
Rev   Nehemiah  Adamsi    (1806 — )    1^64. 


"All  Things  are  ready." 
Matt.  xxii.  4. 


S.  M. 


"  No-v  is  the  accepted  Time 
2  Cor   vi.  2 


439 

1  Now*  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  cf  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
Pardon  and  peace  He  freely  gives ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come; 

And  every  promise  in  His  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  Thy  love  : 


s.  M.  1 


441 

1  "All  things  are  ready,"  Come, 

Come  to  the  supper  spread; 
Come, rich  and  poor,  come,  old  and  young, 
Come,  and  be  richly  fed. 

2  "All  things  are  ready,"  Come, 

The  invitation's  given, 
Through  Him  who  now  in  glory  sits 
At  God's  right  hand  in  heaven. 

3  "All  things  are  ready,"  Come, 

The  door  is  open  wide ; 
O.  feast  upon  the  love  of  God, 
For  Christ,  His  Son,  has  died. 

4  "All  things  are  ready,"  Come, 

All  hindrance  is  removed  ; 
And  God,  in  Christ,  His  precious  love 
To  fallen  man  has  proved. 

5  "  All  things  are  ready,"  Come, 

To-morrow  may  not  be ; 
O  sinner,  come,  the  Saviour  waits 
This  hour  to  welcome  thee. 

Albert  Midlanc.    (1825—)  1862. 

*  A  ry'  And  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Coine.'S.  M. 
44^  Rev    xx. i.   17—20 

1  THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come;" 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  His  children,   "  Come." 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 

To  all  about  him,  "Come;" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come. 


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3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life: 
Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo,  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come;" 
Lord,  even  so;    I  wait  Thine  hour; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come. 

Bp.  Henry  Ustick  Onderdonk.   (1789—1858.)  1826. 

443  "The  Land  of  Peace."  S.  M. 

1  Come  to  the  land  of  peace; 

From  shadows  come  away  ; 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here; 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land; 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest 
Amid  the  shining  band. 

4  In  this  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 
Thy  holy  resting-place. 

5  "  Come  to  our  peaceful  home," 

The  saints  and  angels  say, 
"  Forsake  the  world,  no  longer  roam; 
O  wanderer,  come  away  !" 

Briggs'  Collection. 

444  "  Behold  the  A  rk  of  God."  S.  M. 

i   Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found ; 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 

Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 


(4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

5  And  when  the  waves  of  ire 
Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire ; 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

Res-.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg.    (1796 — )  1826. 
445  Salvation.  CM. 

i  Salvation*  !  O  the  joyful  sound ! 
'T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  Let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674— 1748.)  1709. 


446 


"  Without  Money  and  -withorit  Price." 

Is.  lv    1.  2.  C.  M. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho,  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind; 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho,  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 


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FREE    SALVATJON. 


6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674  — 1748.)  1709. 

a   t  >-•  "  The  Saviour  calls." 

44  /  John  vii.  37.  C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  't  is  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  Thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  Thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 

Miss  Anne  Steele    (171 7 — 177S  )    1760.  ab. 


Invited  to  the  Feast. 
Luke  xiv   22. 


C.  M. 


448 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ; 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  He  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart: 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  will  He  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  His  feet. 

4  In  Him  the  Father,  reconciled, 

Invites  your  souls  to  come; 

The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcomed  home. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  the  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  ecstacies  unknown.   . 


6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.   1760.  ab. 

A  AC\  Christ's  Commission.  C.  M. 

44y  John  iii.  16,17. 

i   Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  new,  melodious  songs  ; 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless,  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  His  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  armed 
With  a  revenging  rod, 

No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  Thine  offered  grace; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 

a  ec\  p-  M- 

4jU  *'  Child  of  Sin  and  Sorrow." 

1  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Filled  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day; 

Heaven  bids  thee  come, 

While  yet  there 's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 

Come  while  thou  canst  borrow 
Help  from  on  high: 


PENITENCE. 


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Grieve  not  that  love 
Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Thy  moments  glide, 
Like  the  flitting  arrow, 

Or  the  rushing  tide ; 

Ere  time  is  o'er, 

Heaven's  grace  implore ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

In  Christ  confide. 

Thomas  Hastings.    (1784 — 1S72.)    1832. 
45^  At  Christ's  Feet.  CM. 

i  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet, 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards  to  Thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  O  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence; 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm: 
Foibid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  soi row  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents    flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears  but  those  which  Thou  hast  shed. 
No  blood  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word, 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Rev   Samuel  Stcnnett.    (1727—1795)    1787. 
45^  S  ueing/or  Mercy .  CM. 

1  LORD,  at  Thy  feet  a  sinner  lies, 

And  knocks  at  mercy's  door, 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eyes, 
Thy  favor  to  implore. 

2  On  me  the  vast  extent  display 

Of  Thy  forgiving  love; 
Take  all  my  heinous  guilt  away, 
This  heavy  load  remove. 
9 


3  'T  is  .mercy,  mercy  I  implore ; 

I  would  Thy  pity  move ; 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  Thou  Thyself  art  Love. 

4  O  for  Thine  own,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

My  many  sins  forgive: 
This  grace  my  rocky  heart  will  break. 
My  breaking  heart  relieve. 

5  Thus  melt  me  down,  thus  make  me  bend, 

And  Thy  dominion  own, 

Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 

To  repossess  Thy  throne. 

Rev.  Simon  Urowne.    (1680 — 1732.)    1720.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
453  "One  only  Hand."  C    M. 

1  When  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow. 
One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 
Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'T  is  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief, 
His  heart  that's  touched  with  all  our  joys, 
And  feeleth  for  cur  grief. 

5  Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord ; 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

■    Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander.    1858. 
454  A  Cry  for  Mercy.  CM. 

1  O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me, 

Who  lie  in  woeful  state, 

Lamenting  all  my  sinful  life, 

Before  Thy  mercy-gate : 

2  A  gate  that  opens  wide  to  those 

That  do  lament  their  sin  ; 
Shut  not  that  gate  against  me,  Lord, 
But  let  me  enter  in. 


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3  And  call  me  not  to  strict  account 

How  I  have  sojourned  here ; 
For  then  my  guilty  conscience  knows 
How  vile  I  shall  appear. 

4  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask; 

This  is  my  humble  prayer ; 
For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  suit, 

0  let  Thy  mercy  spare. 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

John  Mardley.    1562.  ab.  and  alt. 
455  Coming  to  Christ.  CM. 

i  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 

1  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4.  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 
That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died. 

g  O  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  Name. 

Rev.  John  Newton.   (1725 — 1807.)    1779.  ab. 


456 


Returning  to  God.  CM. 

i  O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh, 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; 

2  See,  low  before  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face? 
Hast  Thou  not  said,  return? 


[3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail, 
To  drive  me  from  Thy  feet ! 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  Thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy : 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy  ! 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778.)    1760   :». 
T"3  /  " Remember  me."  C.   M. 

1  JESUS,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend: 

As  such  I  look  to  Thee ; 
Now,  in  the  fullness  of  Thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  Thee ; 

While  Thou  art  sitting  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  Lord,  I  am  guilty,  I  am  vile, 

But  Thy  salvation  's  free; 
Then  in  Thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer  God, 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

Rev.  Richard  Burnham    (1749 — 1810.)    17S3.  ab. 


"  Have  Mercy  upon  me,  O  God." 
Ps.  li. 


458 

\  1  Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 
As  Thou  wert  ever  kind ; 
Let  me  oppressed  with  loads  of  guilt, 
Thy  wonted  mercy  find. 

2  Wash  off  my  foul  offence, 

And  cleanse  me  from  my  sin; 

For  I  confess  my  crime,  and  see 

How  great  my  guilt  has  been. 


s.  M. 


PENITENCE. 


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3  Against  Thee,  Lord,  alone, 

And  only  in  Thy  sight, 
Have  I  transgressed;  and,  tho'  condemned. 
Must  own  Thy  judgment  right. 

4  Blot  out  my  crying  sins, 

Nor  me  in  anger  view : 
Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
An  upright  mind  renew. 

5  Withdraw  not  Thou  Thy  help, 

Nor  cast  me  from  Thy  sight; 
Nor  let  Thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
His  everlasting  flight. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.  ab. 
459  Tears  of  Penitence.  S.  M. 

i   Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

Angels  with  wonder  see : 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there  's  no  weeping  there. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717 — 1795.)    1787. 


460 


God's  Goodness  leading  to  Repentance.    S.  M. 
Rom.  ii.  4. 

1  Is  this  the  kind  return, 

And  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 
Break,sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall,- 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709.  ab. 


S.  M. 


4  '-'  *  Mercy  implored. 

1  THOU  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  Thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done  ; 
Bid  a  repenting  sinner  live, 
Through  Thine  incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 

Upon  my  conscience  lies  ; 
To  Thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel, 

Thou  canst  alone  remove  ; 
Do  Thou  display  Thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  Thine  unbounded  love. 

5  One  gracious  look  of  Thine 

Will  ease  my  troubled  breast ; 
O  let  me  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  I  shall  then  be  blest. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    1818. 


462 


The  Issues  0/  Life  and  Death.  S.  M. 

1  O  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  year3 ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1819,  1853.  ah. 


128 


PENITENCE. 


463 


'  Out  of  the  Depths.' 
Ps.  cxxx. 


S.  M. 


1  OUT  of  the  deep  I  call 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall, 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 

The  woful  deep  of  sin, 
Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 

3  Out  of  the  deep  of  fear, 

And  dread  of  coming  shame, 
From  morning  watch  till  night  is  near 
I  plead  the  Precious  Name. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821— )   1868.  ab. 


464 


S.  M. 


The  shining  Light. 

1  My  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins ; 

I  feel,  alas,  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar ; 
A  beam  of  day,  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

William  Cowper.    (1731 — 1800.)   1779. 


465 


Pleading  for  Pardon. 
Ps.  li. 


L.  M. 


1  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive  : 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 


3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  Thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope, still  hovering  roundThy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674  —  1748)    1719. 


466 


Prayer  /or  renewing  and  helping  Crate.   L.M. 
Ps.  li. 

i   O  Thou  that  hearest  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  Thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  Thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  Thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  Thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  Thy  light. 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  Thy  sight; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  Thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  Thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 


Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Sin  confessed. 
Ps.  li. 


L.  M. 


467 

1  Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death: 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But  we  're  denied  in  every  part. 


PENITEN  CE. 


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3  Behold,  I  fall  before  Thy  face; 
My  only  refuge  is  Thy  grace; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

4  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

5  Jesus,  my  God,  Thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


468 


Seeking  Rest  in  Christ. 
Matt.  xi.  28. 


0  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  Thou  art, 
Give  me  Thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  Thine  image  on  my  heart. 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 

1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  Thee. 

Fain  would  I  learn  of  Thee,  my  God, 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 

The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  Thy  dying  love. 

I  would,  but  Thou  must  give  the  power; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)   1742.  ab. 


469 


Help  only  in  Christ. 
Gal.  iii.  22. 


L.  M. 


JESUS,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee, 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin  : 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 
'Tis  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
Fallen,  till  in  me  Thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  Thou  art  mine. 


The  mansion  for  Thyself  prepare ; 
Dispose  my  heart  by  entering  there: 
'T  is  this  alone  can  make  me  clean, 
'T  is  this  alone  can  cast  out  sin. 

Long  have  I  vainly  hoped  and  strove 
To  force  my  hardness  into  love, 
To  give  Thee  all  Thy  laws  require, 
And  labored  in  the  purging  fire. 

At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  Thee : 
Here,  then,  to  Thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  Thine. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1739. 


ab. 


*f/"  The  Spirit  entreated  to  stay.  L.  M. 

i  Stay,  Thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  Thee  such  despite, 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  Thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  steeled  my  stubborn  heart, 

And  shaken  off  my  guilty  fears ; 
And  vexed,  and  urged  Thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years ; 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  Thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  grieved; 

4  Yet,  O  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest; 
Nor  in  Thy  righteous  anger  swear 

To  exclude  me  from  Thy  people's  rest. 

5  Now,  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  with  Thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.  ab. 

iht  After  a  Relapse  into  Sin. 

47  L  Heb.  x.  29.      '  7- 

1  Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 


13© 


PENITENCE. 


3  Kindled  His  relentings  are ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  His  wounds,and  spreads  His  hands; 
God  is  love:  I  know,  I  feel; 

Jesus  weeps,  but  loves  me  still. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1740.  ab. 
472  Rest  in  Christ.  7- 

1  Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 

All  who  groan  beneath  your  load ; 
Jesus  calls  His  wanderers  home : 
Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God. 

2  Come,  ye  guilty  souls  opprest, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call : 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 
Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

3  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love, 

We  Thy  kindest  word  obey: 

Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

4  Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life ; 

5  Fain  we  would  on  Thee  rely, 

Cast  on  Thee  our  every  care, 
To  Thine  arms  of  mercy  fly, 
Find  our  lasting  quiet  there. 

6  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  ; 

7  Lo,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art; 
Now  our  groaning  soul  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

Rev   Charles  Wesley.    1747.  ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791.)  1779- 

473  The  Penitent  pardoned.  J. 

i  Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  Thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  O  hear  my  ardent  cry, 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 


2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  abused  Thee  to  Thy  face, 
Trampled  on  Thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  Thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart; 
Justly  might  Thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 

4  But  with  Thee  there's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound : 
Thou  canst  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 

Rev.  Thomas  Raffles.    (1788—1863.)    1812.  ab. 
474  Looking  to  Jesus.  J. 

i   Thou,  who  didst  on  Calvary  bleed, 
Thou,  who  dost  for  sinners  plead, 
Help  me  in  my  time  of  need, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  my  cry. 

2  In  my  darkness  and  my  grief, 
With  my  heart  of  unbelief, 

I,  who  am  of  sinners  chief, 
Jesus,  lift  to  Thee  mine  eye. 

3  Foes  without  and  fears  within, 
With  no  plea  Thy  grace  to  win, 
But  that  Thou  canst  save  from  sin, 

Jesus,  to  Thy  cross  I  fly. 

4  There  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
There  to  Thee  I  raise  my  prayer, 
Jesus,  save  me  from  despair, 

Save  me,  save  me,  or  I  die. 

5  When  the  storms  of  trial  lower, 
When  I  feel  temptation's  power, 
In  the  last  and  darkest  hour, 

Jesus,  Saviour,  be  Thou  nigh. 

Rev.  James  Drummond  Bums.    (1823 — 1864.)    1858. 
T-  /  3  Christ  our  only  Hope.  7« 

1  HOLY  Spirit,  from  on  high 
Bend  on  us  a  pitying  eye ; 
Animate  the  drooping  heart, 
Bid  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

2  Light  up  every  dark  recess 
Of  our  heart's  ungodliness; 
Show  us  every  devious  way 
Where  our  steps  have  gone  astray. 


PENITENCE. 


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3  Teach  us,  with  repentant  grief, 
Humbly  to  implore  relief; 
Then  the  Saviour's  blood  reveal, 
All  our  deep  disease  to  heal. 

4  Other  groundwork  should  we  lay, 
Sweep  those  empty  hopes  away ; 
Make  us  feel  that  Christ  alone 
Can  for  human  guilt  atone. 

Rev.  William  Hiley  Bathurst.   (1796—)    1831.  ab. 


476 


Rest  for  the  weary. 
Gen.  viii. 


1  Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 

Rest  for  those  that  weary  be  ? 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim, 
Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee. 

2  Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  know, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

3  Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harrassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 
Hourly  crosses  from  without ; 

4  All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 
Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

5  In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 
Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace. 

6  Tempest-tossed  I  long  have  been, 

And  the  flood  increases  fast; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 
Till  the  storm  be  overpast. 

Rev.  John  Newton.   (1725 — 1S07  )   1779.3b. 
477  "  Gott  rufet  noch."  L.  M. 

1  God  calling  yet!  shall  I  not  hear? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear: 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumber  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise? 
Can  I  His  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  His  kind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 


3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake; 
He  calls  me  still;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet !   I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay: 

Vain  world,  farewell,  from  thee  I  part; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.    (1697 — 1769)   T730. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick.   1854.  ab.  and  alt. 


Communing  with  our  Hearts. 
Ps.  iv.  4. 


L.  M. 


478 

i  Return,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more  ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  And  Thou  my  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide; 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 

4  Then,  with  the  visits  of  Thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer, 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 

That  God  has  fixed  His  dwelling  there. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)   1755   ab. 
479  The  Dawn  cf  Grace.  L.  M. 

i  Heart-broken, friendless,poor,cast down 
Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  flv, 
Almighty  Vengeance,  from  Thy  frown  ? 
Eternal  Justice,  from  Thine  eye? 
2  Lo,  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 
My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace  ; 
The  sun  of  Righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771— 1854.)  1819.    ab. 


A  contrite  Heart. 
Ps   li. 


480 

,  1   A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 


L.  M. 


132 


EKITENCL 


2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  Thy  dreadful  sentence  just; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  Thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  Thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

4  O  may  Thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.   (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  si.  alt. 


3  To  Thee  I  come,  a  sinner  weak, 

And  scarce  know  how  to  pray  or  speak ; 
From  fear  and  weakness  set  me  free ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

4  To  Thee  I  come,  a  sinner  great, 
And  well  Thou  knowest  all  my  state ; 
Yet  full  forgiveness  is  with  Thee  ; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

5  To  Thee  I  come,  a  sinner  lost, 
Nor  have  I  aught  wherein  to  trust ; 
But  where  Thou  art,  Lord,  I  would  be ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley.    (1738 — 1799.)    17S9.  ab. 


The  Prayer  0/  the  Publican. 
Luke  xviii.  13. 


L.  M. 


48l 

i  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord  I  cry  : 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  opprest, 
Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

5  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me. 

Rev.  Cornelius  Elven.   (1797 — )   1852. 


'  God  be  merciful  to  me  a  Sinner. " 
Luke  xviii.  13 


482 

1  Hear,  gracious  God,  a  sinner's  cry, 
For  I  have  nowhere  else  to  fly ; 

My  hope,  my  only  hope 's  in  Thee ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

2  To  Thee  I  come,  a  sinner  poor, 
And  wait  for  mercy  at  Thy  door; 
Indeed,  I've  nowhere  else  to  flee; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 


4  "3  The  stony  Heart.  L.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away, 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend ;  the  earth  can  quake ; 
The  seas  can  roar;    the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  Thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  cf  mine. 

I4  Thy  judgment,  too,  which  devils  fear, 
Amazing  thought  ! — unmoved  I  hear ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed; 
And,  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need  : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart.    (1712 — 1768.)    176;.    alt 
484  "I'll  go  to  Jesus."  CM. 

i   Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed. 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2   "  I  '11  go  to  Jesus;  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  : 
I  know  His  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


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3  "  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  His  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I'll  tell  Him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  His  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  I  '11  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
Perhaps  He  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  He  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

Rev.  Edmund  Jones.    (1732 — 1765.)    c.  1760. 


486 


Giving  up  all  for  Christ. 
Phil.  ni.  8. 


C.  M. 


Christ  our  Righteousness. 
1.  Cor.  1.  30 


C.  M. 


485 

1  JESUS,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness, 

For  all  my  sins  were  Thine  ; 
Thy  death  hath  bought  of  God  my  peace, 
Thy  life  hath  made  Him  mine. 

2  Spotless  and  just  in  Thee  I  am, 

I  feel  my  sins  forgiven  ; 
I  taste  salvation  in  Thy  name, 
And  antedate  my  heaven. 

3  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

4  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean. 

'5  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own ; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art ; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

6  The  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 
Till  hope  shall  in  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)    1740. 


1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  Thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  Thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go  ! — one  look  from  Thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  Thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair. 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  Thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
The  loss  of  all  things  I  could  bear, 
And  glory  in  my  gain. 

Rev    Benjamin  Ceddomc     (1717—1795  )   1787. 


487 


*  Bless  vie,  even  vie  also" 
Gen.  xxvii.   34. 


8,7. 


1  Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 

Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free; 
Showers,  the  thirsty  land  refreshing; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me, 
Even  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might'st  curse  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me, 
Even  me. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  tender  Saviour, 

Let  me  love  and  cling  to  Thee ; 
I  am  longing  for  Thy  favor; 

When  Thou  comest,  call  for  me, 
Even  me. 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me, 
Even  me. 

5  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless, 

Blood  of  God,  so  rich  and  free, 
Grace  of  God,  so  strong  and  boundless, 
Magnify  them  all  in  me, 
Even  me. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Codner.    i860,  ab. 


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PENITENCE. 


4  o  8  «<  i^j  ,»^  «<*  ••  8,5. 

1  Pass  me  not,  0  gentle  Saviour, 

Hear  my  humble  cry; 
While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by ! 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief, 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief! 

3  Trusting  only  in  Thy  merits, 

Would  I  seek  Thy  face, 
Heal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit, 
Save  me  by  Thy  grace  ! 

4  Thou  the  Spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  me, 
Whom  on  earth  have  I  besides  Thee, 
Whom  in  heaven  but  Thee  ! 

Mrs.  Fanny  Jane  Crosby  Van  Alstyne.     (1821 — )    1S69. 


489 


"  Wretched,  helpless,  and distrcst." 

Rev.  lii.  17.  7>  6»  7)  7>  6- 


1  Wretched,  helpless,  and  distrest, 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly? 
Ever  panting  after  rest, 

I  cannot  rind  it  nigh : 
Naked,  sick,  and  poor,  and  blind, 

Bound  in  sin  and  misery, 
Friend  of  sinners,  let  me  find 

My  help,  my  all  in  Thee- 

2  In  the  wilderness  I  stray, 

My  foolish  heart  is  blind; 
Nothing  do  I  know ;  the  way 

Of  peace  I  cannot  find : 
Jesus,  Lord,  restore  my  sight, 

Take,  O  take  the  veil  away; 
Turn  my  darkness  into  light, 

My  midnight  into  day. 

3  Naked  of  Thine  image,  Lord, 

Forsaken,  and  alone, 
Unrenewed,  and  unrestored, 

I  have  not  Thee  put  on : 
Over  me  Thy  mantle  spread, 

Send  Thy  likeness  from  above ; 
Let  Thy  goodness  be  displayed, 

And  wrap  me  in  Thy  love. 

4  Clothe  me  with  Thy  holiness, 

Thy  meek  humility; 


Put  on  me  Thy  glorious  dress, 
Endue  my  soul  with  Thee; 

Let  Thine  image  be  restored, 
Let  me  now  Thy  nature  prove ; 

With  Thy  fulness  fill  me,  Lord, 
And  perfect  me  in  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708^1788.)    1742.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
490     Waiting  for  Christ  the  Prophet.  7,  6,  7,  7,  6. 

i   Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice; 
Bid  my  quiet  spirit  hear 

Thy  comfortable  voice  ; 
Never  in  the  whirlwind  found, 

Or  where  earthquakes  rock  the  place ; 
Still  and  silent  is  the  sound, 

The  whisper  of  Thy  grace. 

2  From  the  world  of  sin,  and  noise, 

And  hurry,  I  withdraw ; 
For  the  small  and  inward  voice 

I  wait  with  humble  awe  : 
Silent  am  I  now  and  still, 

Dare  not  in  Thy  presence  move ; 
To  my  waiting  soul  reveal 

The  secret  of  Thy  love. 

3  Thou  didst  undertake  for  me, 

For  me  to  death  wast  sold ; 
Wisdom  in  a  mystery 

Of  bleeding  love  unfold; 
Teach  the  lesson  of  Thy  cross, 

Let  me  die,  with  Thee  to  reign; 
All  things  let  me  count  but  loss, 

So  I  may  Thee  regain. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1742.  ab. 
49  .  'Itjo-oG  y\vKvTare.  7i  6,  8,  7. 

1  Jesus,  Name  all  names  above, 

Jesus,  best  and  dearest, 
Jesus,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest; 
Jesus,  Source  of  grace  completcst, 
Jesus  purest,  Jesus  sweetest, 

Jesus,  Well  of  power  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine. 

2  Jesus,  open  me  the  gate 

Which  the  sinner  entered, 

Who,  in  his  last  dying  state, 

Wholly  on  Thee  ventured; 


PENITENCE. 


J35 


Thou,  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  Thy  passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise. 

3  Thou  didst  call  the  prodigal; 

Thou  didst  pardon  Mary  ; 
Thou,  whose  words  can  never  fall, 

Love  can  never  vary ; 
Lord,  to  heal  my  lost  condition 
Give,  for  Thou  canst  give,  contrition ; 

Thou  canst  pardon  all  my  ill, 

If  Thou  wilt:  O  say,  "I  will!" 

4  Woe,  that  I  have  turned  aside 

After  fleshly  pleasure  ! 
Woe,  that  I  have  never  tried 

For  the  heavenly  treasure  ! 
Treasure,  safe  in  homes  supernal, 
Incorruptible,  eternal : 

Treasure  no  less  price  hath  won 

Than  the  passion  of  the  Son. 

5  Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 

Scourged  for  my  transgression, 
Witnessing,  through  agony, 

That  Thy  good  confession  ; 
Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 
For  my  evil  making  payment; 

Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 

Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain. 

6  When  I  cross  death's  bitter  sea, 

And  its  waves  roll  higher, 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher ; 
Jesus,  leave  me  not  to  languish, 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish ; 

Tell  me,  "Verily,  I  say, 

"Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day." 

Thcoctistits  of  the  Studium.   ( — 890  ) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neate.   (1818— 1866.)   1862. 


''  Have  Mercy." 
Mark  x.  47. 


492 

i  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  Thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  Thy  great  salvation : 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  Thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief. 


8,7- 


3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 
But  to  Him  who  comfort  gives? 

Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  Him  who  ever  lives? 

4  While  I  view  Thee,  wounded,  grieving, 
Breathless,  on  the  cursed  tree, 

Fain  I'd  feel  my  heart  believing 
Thou  didst  suffer  thus  for  me. 

5  Hear,  then,  blessed  Saviour,  hear  me  ! 
My  soul  cleaveth  to  the  dust ; 

Send  the  Comforter  to  cheer  me; 
Lo,  in  Thee  I  put  my  trust. 

6  On  the  word  Thy  blood  hath  sealed 
Hangs  my  everlasting  all ; 

Let  Thy  arm  be  now  revealed; 
Stay,  O  stay  me,  lest  I  fall. 

7  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 
Let  it  never,  Lord,  be  said, 

"Here's  a  soul  that  perished  sueing 
For  the  boasted  Saviour's  aid. 

8  Saved  ' — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
Through  the  shining  realms  above; 

Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptured  with  Thy  love. 

Rev    Daniel  Turner.    (1710 — i7g<J  )  1787.  ab. 

493  "Take  me."  8,7. 

1  Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me, 
Take  me,  save  me,  through  Thy  Son ; 

That,  which  Thou  wouldst  have  me,  make 
Let  Thy  will  in  me  be  dene.  [me, 

2  Long  from  Thee  my  footsteps  straying, 
Thorny  proved  the  way  I  trod; 

Weary  come  I  now,  and  praying, 
Take  me  to  Thy  love,  my  God. 

3  Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 
Humbly  I  confess  my  sin  ; 

At  Thy  feet,  O  Father,  falling, 
To  Thy  household  take  me  in. 

4  Freely  now  to  Thee  I  proffer 
This  relenting  heart  of  mine: 

Freely,  life  and  soul  I  offer, 
Gift  unworthy  love  like  Thine. 

5  Once  the  world's  Redeemer  dying, 
Bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree; 

On  that  sacrifice  relying, 

Now  I  look  in  hope  to  Thee ; 


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CHOICE    OF    CHRIST.      FAITH. 


6  Father,  take  me ;   all  forgiving, 
Fold  me  to  Thy  loving  breast; 
In  Thy  love  for  ever  living, 
I  must  be  for  ever  blest. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.   (180S— )  1865. 
4^4  "Make  my  Heart  Thy  lasting  /iome.'"H..  M. 

i   Come,  my  Redeemer,  come, 
And  deign  to  dwell  with  me, 
Come,  make  my  heart  Thy  home, 

And  bid  Thy  rivals  flee : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

2  Why  should  the  world  presume 

To  occupy  Thy  throne  ? 
Come,  all  Thy  right  assume, 

I  would  be  Thine  alone : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

3  Exert  Thy  mighty  power, 

And  banish  all  my  sin, 
In  this  auspicious  hour, 

Bring  all  Thy  graces  in : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

4  Rule  Thou  in  every  thought 

And  passion  of  my  soul, 
Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 

Beneath  Thy  full  control : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

5  Then  shall  my  days  be  Thine, 

And  all  my  heart  be  love ; 
And  joy  and  peace  be  mine, 

Such  as  are  known  above  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  lasting  home. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed.    (1787— 1862.)    1842. 
495  "  O/ora  Trum/ei  Voice."  H.  M. 

i  JESUS,  transporting  sound ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 
No  other  help  is  found, 

No  other  name  is  given, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

2  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 
And  is  from  sin  set  free ; 


'T  is  music  in  his  ears, 
'T  is  life  and  victory ; 
New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

3  O  unexampled  love  ! 

O  all-redeeming  grace ! 
How  swiftly  didst  Thou  move 

To  save  a  fallen  race  ! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  Thou  for  all  mankind  hast  done? 

4  O  for  a  trumpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call, 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 

In  Him  who  died  for  all: 
For  all  my  Lord  was  crucified ; 
For  all,  for  all,  my  Saviour  died. 

Rev   Chailes  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1741.  ab. 


496 


"Just  as  I  am." 
John  vi.  37. 


L.  M. 


1  JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 

But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee, whoseblood can cleanseeach  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve: 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now.  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Mi*s  Charlotte  Elliott.    (17S9— 1871.)    1836. 


FAITH. 


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497  " 7"st ns  t,l0u  art" 

1  Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace, 
Or  mectness  for  the  heavenly  place, 

O  guilty  sinner,  come,  O  come. 

2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
The  stripes,  thy  due,  were  laid  on  Me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free ; 

O  wretched  sinner,  come,  O  come. 

3  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross, 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross: 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss ; 

O  needy  sinner,  come,  O  come. 

Rev.  Russell  Sturgis  Cook.   (1814 — 1864.)    1850.   ab. 


498 


L.  M. 


The  Prodigal' s  Welcome. 

1  THE  wanderer  no  more  will  roam, 
The  lost  one  to  the  fold  hath  come, 
The  prodigal  is  welcomed  home, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee. 

2  Though  clothed  with  shame,  by  sin  defiled, 
The  Father  hath  embraced  His  child, 
And  I  am  pardoned,  reconciled, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee. 

3  It  is  the  Father's  joy  to  bless ; 
His  love  provides  for  me  a  dress, 
A  robe  of  spotless  righteousness, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee. 

4  Now  shall  my  famished  soul  be  fed, 
A  feast  of  love  for  me  is  spread, 

I  feed  upon  the  children's  bread, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee. 

5  Yea,  in  the  fulness  of  His  grace, 
He  puts  me  in  the  children's  place, 
Where  I  may  gaze  upon  His  face, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee. 

6  I  cannot  half  His  love  express; 
Yet,  Lord,  with  joy  my  lips  confess, 
This  blessed  portion  I  possess, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee. 

Mrs.  Mary  Jane  Walker.    1847.  ab. 
499  "Rock  of  Ages."  7- 

I  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 


From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague Toplady.  (1740 — I778.)t776.sl.  alt. 
500  "Son  0/  Cod,  to  Thee  I  cry."  7- 

1  Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry : 
By  the  holy  mystery 

Of  Thy  dwelling  here  on  earth; 
By  Thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me.. 

2  Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry : 
By  Thy  bitter  agony, 

By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  Spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

3  Prince  of  Life,  to  Thee  I  cry : 
By  Thy  glorious  majesty, 

By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

4  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  High, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky, 

With  Thy  love  my  bosom  fill, 
Prompt  me  to  perform  Thy  will ; 
Then  Thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  Thee. 

JSp.  Richard  Mant.    (1776—1848)    1828. 


138 


FAITH, 


' A  Fountain  opened." 
Zech.  xiii.  i. 


C.  M. 


501 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  Blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared, 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me. 

7  'T  is  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  Thine. 

William  Cowper.    (1731 — 1800.)  1779. 


Vexilla  Regis  prodeunt." 


C.  M. 


502 

i   The  royal  banner  is  unfurled, 
The  cross  is  reared  on  high, 
On  which  the  Saviour  of  the  world 
Is  stretched  in  agony. 

2  See  through  His  holy  hands  and  feet 

The  cruel  nails  they  drive : 
Our  ransom  thus  is  made  complete, 
Our  souls  are  saved  alive. 

3  And  see,  the  spear  hath  pierced  His  side, 

And  shed  that  sacred  flood, 
That  holy  reconciling  tide, 
The  water  and  the  blood. 


4  Hail,  holy  cross,  from  thee  we  learn 

The  only  way  to  heaven  ; 
And  O,  to  thee  may  sinners  turn, 
And  look,  and  be  forgiven ! 

5  Jehovah,  we  Thy  name  adore, 

In  Thee  we  will  rejoice, 
And  sing,  till  time  shall  be  no  more, 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross. 

Venantius  Fortunatus.   (530—609.)  580.  ab. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1806—)  1837. 

j",j  Fear  disarmed.  C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour  !    O  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Wrapt  in  the  gloom  of  dark  despair, 

We  helpless,  hopeless  lay  ; 
But  sovereign  mercy  reached  us  there, 
And  smiled  despair  away. 

3  The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode ; 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hailed  the  incarnate  God. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717— 1778.)    1760.  ab. 
5^4  The  sweet  Name.  CM. 

1  How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ; 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place, 

My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 


FAITH. 


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4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  Name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

Rev.  John   Newton.    (1725—1807)    1779. 


The  Name  tiigh  ez'cr  all." 


CM. 


505 

i  Jesus,  the  name  high  overall, 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  name  to  sinners  given  ; 
It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear, 
And  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 


3  Jesus  the  prisoner's  fetters  breaks, 

And  bruises  Satan's  head ; 
Power  into  strengthless  souls  He  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  His  grace; 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 

To  cry,  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  His  name; 
Preach  Him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  ! 

Rev  Charles  Wesley    (1708— 17S8)   1749  ab. 


506 


"1  bless  the  Christ 0/  Cod.  '  S.  M. 

i  I  rless  the  Christ  of  God; 
I  rest  on  love  divine  ; 
And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart, 
I  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

2  His  cross  dispels  each  doubt; 

I  bury  in  His  tomb 
Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 
Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

3  I  praise  the  God  of  grace; 

I  trust  His  truth  and  might; 
He  calls  me  His,  I  call  Him  mine, 
My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

4  In  Him  is  only  good, 

In  me  is  only  ill; 
My  ill  but  draws  His  goodness  forth, 
And  me  He  loveth  still. 

5  'T  is  He  who  saveth  me, 

And  freely  pardon  gives ; 
I  love  because  He  loveth  me, 
I  live  because  He  lives. 

6  My  life  with  Him  is  hid, 

My  death  has  passed  away, 
My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 

Rev.  Horatius  Eonar.    (180S — )    1863. 
5^7  "  To  love  Thee  for  Thyself.  "  S.  M. 

1  Blest  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord, 

That  taught  us  this  sweet  way, 
Only  to  love  Thee  for  Thyself 
And  for  that  love  obey. 

2  O  Thou,  our  souls'  chief  hope, 

We  to  Thy  mercy  fly; 
Where'er  we  are,  Thou  canst  protect, 
Whate'er  we  need,  supply. 

3  Whether  we  sleep  or  wake, 

To  Thee  we  both  resign ; 
By  night  we  see,  as  well  as  day, 
If  Thy  light  on  us  shine. 

4  Whether  we  live  or  die, 

Both  we  submit  to  Thee  ; 
In  death  we  live,  as  well  as  life, 
If  Thine  in  death  we  be. 

John  Austin    (1613 — 1669)  1668.  ab. 


140 


FAITH, 


508 


Other  Lords  rejected. 
Is.  xxvi.   13. 


S.  M 


i  O  Lord,  Thou  art  my  Lord, 

My  portion  and  delight ; 
All  other  lords  I  now  reject, 
And  cast  them  from  my  sight. 

2  Thy  sovereign  right  I  own, 

Thy  glorious  power  confess; 
Thy  law  shall  ever  rule  my  heart, 
While  I  adore  Thy  grace. 

3  Too  long  my  feet  have  strayed 

In  sin's  forbidden  way; 
But  since  Thou  hast  my  soul  reclaimed, 
To  Thee  my  vows  I  '11  pay. 

4  My  soul,  to  Jesus  joined 

By  faith  and  hope  and  love, 
Now  seeks  to  dwell  among  Thy  saints, 
And  rest  with  them  above. 

5  Accept,  O  Lord,  my  heart ; 

To  Thee  myself  I  give ; 
Nor  suffer  me  from  hence  to  stray, 
Or  cause  Thy  saints  to  grieve. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Deddome.    (1717— 1795.)    1818. 

509  The  Surrender.  S.  M. 

1  AH,  what  avails  my  strife, 

My  wandering  to  and  fro? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life ; 
Ah,  whither  should  I  go  ? 

2  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  me  did  freely  move ; 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  Thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

3  Lord,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall, 

I  groan  to  be  set  free ; 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  Thee. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1740.  ab. 

510  "Atidcan  I  yet  delay  t"  S.  M. 

1  AND  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield, 

I  can  hold  out  no  more ; 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  Thee  Conqueror. 


3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 

My  friends,  my  all  resign  : 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  Thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  Thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thine  only  love  to  know ; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  Life,  my  Portion  thou, 

Thou  all-sufficient  art ; 
My  Hope,  my  heavenly  Treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1740.  ab. 


The  Blessedness  of  the  Pardoned. 
Ps.  xxxii. 


S.  M. 


511 

1  O  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er; 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound ; 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  Thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 
O  Sweet  Subjection.  S.  M. 

i  Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine, 
Thy  happy  servant  see  : 
My  Conqueror,  with  what  joy  divine 
Thy  captive  clings  to  Thee. 

2  I  love  Thy  yoke  to  wear, 

To  feel  Thy  gracious  bands, 
Sweetly  restrained  by  Thy  care, 
And  happy  in  Thy  hands. 


FAITH. 


I4I 


3  No  bar  would  I  remove ; 

No  bond  would  I  unbind  ; 
Within  the  limits  of  Thy  love 
Full  liberty  I  find. 

4  I  would  not  walk  alone, 

But  still  with  Thee,  my  God; 
At  every  step  my  blindness  own, 
And  ask  of  Thee  the  road. 

5  The  weakness  I  enjoy 

That  casts  me  on  Thy  breast ; 
The  conflicts  that  Thy  strength  employ 
Make  me  divinely  blest. 

9  Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine, 
Still  keep  Thy  servant  true; 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide  divine, 
Bring,  bring  Thy  pilgrim  through. 

7   My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 
Still  keep  me  in  Thy  train ; 
And  with  Thee  Thy  glad  captive  bring, 
When  Thou  return'st  to  reign. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill.   (1S19 — )    1859. 
513  "  Behold  ihe  Man. "  H.  M. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One: 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  His  Son ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear, 
He  owns  me  for  His  child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear, 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1742.   ah. 
IO 


5^4  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King.  H.  M. 

1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  name ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came : 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

Offered  His  blood  and  died; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  Almighty  Lord, 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power ;  behold,  I  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  Thy  feet. 

5  Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 

To  conquest  and  a  crown ; 
A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 


The  Fountain  0/  Life. 
Zech.  xiii.   1. 


515 

i  Hail,  everlasting  Spring, 
Celestial  Fountain,  hail, 
Thy  streams  salvation  bring, 

The  waters  never  fail  ; 
Still  they  endure,  and  still  they  flow 
For  all  our  woe    a  sovereign  cure. 

2  Blest  be  His  wounded  side, 

And  blest  His  bleeding  heart, 

Who  all  in  anguish  died, 
Such  favors  to  impart : 

His  sacred  blood  shall  make  us  clean 
From  every  sin,  and  fit  for  God. 


H.  M. 


142 


FAITH. 


3  To  that  dear  source  of  love 

Our  souls  this  day  would  come; 
And  thither  from  above, 

Lord,  call  the  nations  home : 
That  Jew  and  Greek,  with  rapturous  songs, 
On  all  their  tongues,  Thy  praise  may  speak. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702  — 1751.)    1755. 


Wounded  for  our  Transgressions"     H.  M. 

Is.  liii.  5. 


516 

i   Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 
They  tell  me  all  is  done; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart : 
To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

2  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Have  wept  my  guilt  away, 
And  turned  this  night  of  mine 

Into  a  blessed  day  : 
To  whom,  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

3  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 
The  balm  that  makes  me  whole : 
To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

4  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 
Of  sins  that  none  in  heaven 

Or  earth  could  bear  but  God: 

To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 

For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

5  Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  paid  the  ransom  due ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 

Would  have  been  all  too  few: 

To  whom  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 

For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.   (1808 — )  1857.  ab. 


Blind  Bartimeus 
Mark  x.  47,  48. 


517 

I   "Mercy,  O  Thou  Son  of  David," 


8.7. 


Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 
"  Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid." 


2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will. 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live; 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  He  could  give. 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day  !" 
Straight  he  saw  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  O  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

6  "  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me, 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  Him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Rev.  John  Newton.   (1725  — 1807)   1779. 


'  He  recei-'ed  his  Sight. ' 
Mark  x   51,  52. 


8.7. 


518 

1  Lord,  I  know  Thy  grace  is  nigh  me, 

Though  Thyself  I  cannot  see; 
Jesus,  Master,  pass  not  by  me ; 
Son  of  David,  pity  me. 

2  While  I  sit  in  weary  blindness, 

Longing  for  the  blessed  light, 
Many  taste  Thy  loving-kindness ; 
"Lord,  I  would  receive  my  sight." 

3  I  would  see  Thee  and  adore  Thee, 

And  Thy  word  the  power  can  give ; 
Hear  the  sightless  soul  implore  Thee: 
Let  me  see  Thy  face  and  live. 

4  Ah,  what  touch  is  this  that  thrills  me? 

What  this  burst  of  strange  delight? 
Lo,  the  rapturous  vision  fills  me  ! 
This  is  Jesus  !  this  is  sight ! 

5  Room,  ye  saints  that  throng  behind  Him  ! 

Let  me  follow  in  the  way ; 
I  will  teach  the  blind  to  find  Him 
Who  can  turn  their  night  to  day. 

Rev    Hervey  Doddridge  Cause.    (1822—)   1S69 


FAITH. 


M3 


519  "  Open,  Lord,  and  let  me  in."  8.  7- 

1  At  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 

With  the  burden  of  my  sin, 
Day  and  night  my  soul  is  crying, 
"Open,  Lord,  and  let  me  in." 

2  Waiting  'mid  the  darkness  dreary, 

Stretching  out  my  hands  to  Thee, 
In  the  refuge  for  the  weary 
Is  there  not  a  place  for  me  ? 

3  Hark,  what  sounds  my  ear  receiveth, 

Sweet  as  songs  of  seraphim  ! 
He  that  in  the  Lord  believeth 
Life  eternal  hath  in  Him. 

4  At  the  outer  door  why  staying? 

Nothing,  soul,  hast  thou  to  pay : 
Christ  in  love  to  thee  is  saying, 
"Weary  child,  come  in  to-day." 

Thomas  MacKellar.   (1812—)  1872. 

520  Free  Mercy.  P.M. 

1  By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 

On  the  tree,  on  the  tree ; 
To  every  nation  He  is  crying. 

Look  to  me,  look  to  me, 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear; 
Hark,  hark,  what  precious  words  I  hear : 

Mercy 's  free,  mercy 's  free. 

2  Jesus,  the  Lord  of  life,  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me ; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free, 
Soon  as  I  in  His  name  believed, 
His  pardoning  grace  my  soul  received 
And  was  from  sin  and  death  retrieved 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners  hear  it, 

Mercy 's  free,  mercy 's  free  ; 
Ye  ministers  of  God  declare  it, 

Mercy 's  free,  mercy  's  free. 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 

Mercy 's  free,  mercy 's  free. 

4  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy 's  free,  mercy 's  free. 


And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy 's  free,  mercy 's  free. 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I  '11  sing,  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy  's  free,  mercy  's  free. 

R.  Jukfs.    1842. 
5  ^  ^  "How  happy  are  they. "  1 1 ,  £)• 

1  O  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above ; 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  it  believed, 

What  a  joy  it  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  His  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708—1788  )    1749.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 


The  Surrender. 
Acts   ix.  6. 


C.  P.  M. 


522 

1  Lord,  Thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  Thee ; 
Against  Thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  Thy  love? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  Thou  hadst  bid  Thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been ; 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 


144 


FAITH. 


3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone, 
Come,  take  possession  of  Thine  own, 

For  Thou  hast  set  me  free ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  Thee. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1S07.)   1779.  ab. 
J"0  Sinai,  and  the  Saviour.  C.  P.  M. 

i  Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  woe." 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find ; 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

And  whelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

3  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  His  pity  move; 
The  sinner,  by  His  justice  slain, 
Now  by  His  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

Rev.  Sampson  Occurn.   (1723  —  1792.)    1760.  alt. 
Rev.  Asahel  Nettleton.   (1783—  1844.)    1824.3b. 

524  The  true  Convert.  C.  P.  M. 

1  When  with  a  mind  devoutly  pressed, 
Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 

Would  past  offences  trace  ; 
Trembling  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleased  behold,  admiring  too, 

The  power  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defiled, 
These  feet  to  erring  paths  beguiled, 

In  heavenly  league  agree; 
Who  would  believe  such  lips  could  praise, 
Or  think  my  dark  and  winding  ways 

Should  ever  lead  to  Thee  ? 


3  These  eyes  that  once  abused  the  light 
Now  lift  to  Thee  their  watery  sight, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood; 
These  hands  ascend  in  ceaseless  prayer; 
O  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear, 

In  pure,  redeeming  blood. 

4  Thus  art  Thou  served  in  every  part ; 

0  wouldst  Thou  but  transform  my  heart, 
That  drossy  thing  refine; 

That  grace  might  nature's  powers  control, 
And  a  new  creature,  body,  soul, 
Be  all,  be  ever  Thine. 

Rev.  Moses  Browne.   (1703 — 17S7.)   1739.  ab. 
5^5  The  Prayer  0/ Faith.  C.  P.  M. 

1  O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood: 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

That  bids  me  come  away  : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I  'd  mount  upon  his  sable  wings 

To  everlasting  day. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.   (1740— 177S.)  1759. 


526 


"  Jesus  paid  it  ail." 

i  Nothing,  either  great  or  small, 
Remains  for  me  to  do ; 
Jesus  died  and  paid  it  all, 
Yes  all  the-  debt  I  owe. 

2  When  He  from  His  lofty  throne, 
Stooped  down  to  do  and  die, 


7,6. 


JOY    IN    CHRIST.     LOVE— JOY— TRUST. 


145 


Every  thing  was  fully  done ; 
'"Tis  finished  !"  was  His  cry. 

3  Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 

O  wherefore  toil  you  so? 
Cease  your  doing ;  all  was  done, 
Yes,  ages  long  ago. 

4  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 

Alone  by  simple  faith, 
"Doing"  is  a  deadly  thing, 
Your  "doing"  ends  in  death. 

5  Cast  your  deadly  "  doing"  down, 

Down  all  at  Jesus'  feet: 
Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 
All  glorious  and  complete. 

Rev.  James  Procter.   1858.  ab.  and  alt. 
527  Singing  for  Joy.  CM. 

1  I  've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy; 
And  sing  I  must ;  for  Christ  is  mine, 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High-Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  For  He  indeed  is  Lord  of  lords, 

And  He  the  King  of  kings ; 

He  is  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

With  healing  in  His  wings. 

4  Christ  is  my  Peace ;  he  died  for  me, 

For  me  He  gave  his  blood; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  Himself  to  God. 

5  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  all, 

My  Comfort  and  my  Love, 

My  Life  below,  and  He  shall  be 

My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 

Rev.  John  Mason.    ( — 1694.)    1683.   ab.  and  alt. 

0  Converting  Grace  commemorated.  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 


To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'T  is  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoners  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  His  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708—1788.)   1740.   ab. 

r<  or>  "Old  Things  are  passed  away." 

D^y  2  Cor.  v.  17.  C.  M. 

•  I   Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  Thee  : 
For  if  Thou  hadst  not  loved  me  first, 
I  had  refused  still  Thee. 

Rev.  John  Newton.   1779.  ab. 


Unseen,  hut  lortd. 
1  Pet.  i.  S. 


530 

i   Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
That  radiant  form  of  Thine  ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 


c.  M. 


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LOV  E— J  O  Y— T  RUST. 


2  I  see  Thee  not,  I  hear  Thee  not, 

Yet  art  Thou  oft  with  me  ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  Thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, — and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  Unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  Thee  reveal, 
All-glorious  as  Thou  art. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (1808—)    1858. 


C.  M. 


JJ^  Jesus,  my  God  and  my  All. 

1  O  JESUS,  Jesus,  dearest  Lord, 

Forgive  me,  if  I  say. 
For  very  love,  Thy  sacred  name 
A  thousand  times  a  day. 

2  I  love  Thee  so,  I  know  not  how 

My  transports  to  control; 
Thy  love  is  like  a  burning  fire 
Within  my  very  soul. 

3  O  wonderful  !  that  Thou  shouldst  let 

So  vile  a  heart  as  mine 
Love  Thee  with  such  a  love  as  this, 
And  make  so  free  with  Thine. 

4  O  Light  in  darkness,  Joy  in  grief, 

O  Heaven  begun  on  earth ! 
Jesus,  my  Love,  my  Treasure,  who 
Can  tell  what  Thou  art  worth? 

5  O  Jesus,  Jesus,  sweetest  Lord, 

What  art  Thou  not  to  me? 
Each  hour  brings  joys  before  unknown, 
Each  day  new  liberty. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1S14 — 1863.)  1849.  ab. 


J»3"  yesu  Rex  admirabiiis. 

i   O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful, 
Thou  Conqueror  renowned, 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 
In  whom  all  joys  are  found  : 


C.  M. 


2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below, 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire, 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire : 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore ; 
And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless ; 

Thee  may  we  love  alone; 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 

The  image  of  Thine  own. 

Bernard  of  Clairvau.w    (1091 — 1153.)    1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1814 — )    1849. 

533  "  I'm  a  Miracle  of  Grace."         8,  7.  D. 

i   Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus ! 
Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  Thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 
O  what  mercy  flows  from  Heaven, 

0  what  joy  and  happiness ! 
Love  I  much,  I  \e  much  forgiven; 

1  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

LInconcerned  in  sin  I  lay, 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness. 
Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven; 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blest  moment  I  received  Him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace. 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven; 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

John  Wingrove.    1806. 

534  Bought  with  a  Price.  8,  7.  D. 

1  When  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding, 
For  my  sins,  upon  the  tree  : 


L  O  V  E— J  O  Y— T  RUST.       GRATITUDE. 


147 


0  how  wondrous,  how  exceeding 
Great  His  love  appears  to  me  ! 

Floods  of  deep  distress  and  anguish, 
To  impede  His  labors,  came; 

Yet  they  all  could  not  extinguish 
Love's  eternal,  burning  flame. 

2  Now  redemption  is  completed, 

Full  salvation  is  procured; 
Death  and  Satan  are  defeated, 

By  the  sufferings  He  endured. 
Now  the  gracious  Mediator, 

Risen  to  the  courts  of  bliss, 
Claims  for  me,  a  sinful  creature, 

Pardon,  righteousness,  and  peace. 

3  Sure,  such  infinite  affection 

Lays  the  highest  claims  to  mine ; 
All  my  powers,  without  exception, 

Should  in  fervent  praises  join. 
Jesus,  fit  me  for  Thy  service ; 

Form  me  for  Thyself  alone  ; 

1  am  Thy  most  costly  purchase, 

Take  possession  of  Thine  own. 

Richard  Lee.    1794. 
Jjj  Praise  for  pardoning  Grace.         8,  J.  D. 

1  LORD,  with  glowing  heart  I  'd  praise  Thee 

For  the  bliss  Thy  love  bestows. 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows. 
Help.  O  God.  my  weak  endeavor, 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away. 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express ; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  Thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise; 
And  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

Francis  Scott  Key.  (1799—1843.)  1857. 


53^  Grateful  Recollection.  8,  7.  D. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise: 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount,  I  'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I  'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

3  O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be : 

Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee: 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson.   (1735 — 1790.)    175S. 

—  0  t-,  "Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  Soul." 

5  J  /  Ps.  ciii.  8,  7.  D. 

1  PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven; 

To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring  ; 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Evermore  His  praises  sing: 

Alleluia !    Alleluia ! 
Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

2  Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress  ; 
Praise  Him  still  the  same  as  ever, 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless: 

Alleluia !    Alleluia ! 
Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

3  Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us, 

Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows; 
In  His  hands  He  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes: 

Alleluia !    Alleluia ! 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.  (1793 — 1847.)   1834.  ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.   (182:-)  i36i. 


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GRATITUDE. 


53"  A  full  Surrender.  8.7. 

i  Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine : 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  Thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  Thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  Thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near; 
Shout,  O  Zion, 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here. 

Rev.  William  Mason.    (1725 — 1797O    1-94. 
539  Lost  but  found.  S.  M. 

1  I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled : 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 

did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love ; 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'T  was  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'T  was  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'T  was  He  that  made  me  whole ; 
'T  was  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'T  is  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold: 
I  was  a  wayward  child ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home. 

Rev.  Horatius  Conar.    (1S08 — )    1S44.   ab. 


54*-'  "Who  can  forbear  to  sing?"  S.  M. 

1  Who  can  forbear  to  sing, 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 

His  saving  power  displays  ? 
When  sinners  at  His  feet, 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall  ? 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 

And  peace  unites  them  all  ?  • 

2  When  heaven's  opening  gates 

Invite  the  pilgrims'  feet ; 
And  Jesus,  at  their  entrance  waits, 

To  place  them  on  His  seat 
Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high,  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 

Invites  our  tongues  to  sing? 

Rev.  Joseph  Swain.    (1761 — 1796.)    1792. 
54  I  "Is  this  the  Son  of  God?"  S.  M. 

1  Is  this  the  Son  of  God 

That  dies  in  agony  ? 
And  did  He  choose  this  cross  of  shame, 

This  bitter  death,  for  me  ? 
Is  this  the  Holy  Ghost 

That  moves  within  my  breast, 
And  shows  me  all  my  wretchedness, 

And  makes  me  long  for  rest  ? 

2  Is  this  the  Father's  voice 

That  speaks  above  my  fears, 
And  with  its  sweetness  melts  my  soul 

To  penitence  and  tears  ? 
To  me,  O  God,  to  me 

Is  this  great  pity  shown  ? 
Take  me,    I  yield  :  and  from  this  hour, 

Dear  Lord,  I  am  Thine  own. 

Rev.  Iiervey  Doddridge  Ganse.   (1822 — )  1872. 
542  "  D:t  schonstcs  Cotteskind."  S.M. 

i  ONCE  blind  with  sin  and  self, 
Along  the  treacherous  way, 
That  ends  in  ruin  at  the  last, 
I  hastened  far  astray  ; 
Then  God  sent  down  His  Son  ; 
For  with  a  love  most  deep, 
Most  underserved,  His  heart  still  yearned 
O'er  me,  poor  wandering  sheep. 

2  God  with  His  life  of  love 

To  me  was  far  and  strange, 


GRATITUDE. 


i4g 


My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 
Of  sight  and  sense  and  change; 

In  Thee,  Immanuel, 
Are  God  and  man  made  one  ; 

In  Thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 
And  union  in  the  Son. 

3  0  ponder  this,  my  soul, 

Our  God  hath  loved  us  thus, 
That  even  His  only  dearest  Son 

He  freely  giveth  us. 
Thou  precious  gift  of  God, 

The  pledge  and  bond  of  love, 
With  thankful  heart  I  kneel  to  take 

This  treasure  from  above. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.    (1679 — 1769.)    1731. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkwonh.    (1829 — )   1858.  ab. 

543  "  1st  Gottfur  ntick  so  trete."         S.  M.  D. 

1  Here  I  can  firmly  rest, 

I  dare  to  boast  of  this, 
That  God,  the  Highest  and  the  Best, 

My  Friend  and  Father  is. 
From  dangerous  snares  He  saves: 

Where'er  He  bids  me  go  • 
He  checks  the  storms  and  calms  the  waves, 

That  naught  can  work  me  woe. 

2  He  whispers  in  my  breast 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer, 
How  he  who  seeks  in  God  his  rest 

Shall  ever  find  Him  near; 
How  God  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair  and  new, 
Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 

What  faith  has  counted  true. 

3  My  heart  for  gladness  springs, 

It  cannot  more  be  sad, 
For  very  joy  it  laughs  and  sings, 

Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 
The  sun  that  glads  mine  eyes 

Is  Christ  the  Lord  I  love: 
I  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  lies 

Stored  up  for  us  above. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt.    (1606 — 1676)    1650. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.     1055.  ab. 

t"  a  A  "  Closer  than  a  Brother." 

D44  Prov.  xviii.  24,  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

I  One  there  is  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 


They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  Him  to  God  : 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need. 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same : 
Still  He  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  He  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 

Loves  us,  though  we  treat  Him  thus: 
Though  for  gcod  we  render  ill, 
He  accounts  us  brethren  still. 

5  O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas,  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  : 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807  )    1779.   ab. 


Ich  will  Dich  lieben." 

1  Pet.  i.  8.  8,7,8,7,7,7. 


545 

1  I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure; 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  strength ; 
I  will  love  Thee  without  measure, 

And  will  love  Thee  right  at  length : 
I  will  love  Thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine. 

2  I  will  praise  Thee,  Sun  of  Glory, 

For  Thy  beams  have  gladness  brought; 
I  will  praise  Thee,  will  adore  Thee, 

For  the  light  I  vainly  sought ; 
Praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 
Spake  my  sin-sick  soul  to  rest. 

3  Be  my  heart  more  warmly  glowing, 

Sweet  and  calm  the  tears  I  shed; 
And  its  love,  its  ardor,  showing, 

Let  my  spirit  onward  tread : 
Near  to  Thee,  and  nearer  still, 
Draw  this  heart,  this  mind,  this  will. 


15° 


GRATITUDE. 


4  I  will  love  in  joy  or  sorrow, 

Crowning  joy  !    will  love  Thee  well; 
I  will  love  to-day,  to-morrow, 

While  I  in  this  body  dwell : 
I  will  love  Thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die,  and  find  Thee  mine. 

Johann  Angelus.    (1624 — 1677.)    1657. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick.    1854.  ab. 


546 


8,  7,  7- 


Giorwti  Scik'atoris. 

i  JESUS  is  the  Name  we  treasure ; 

Name  beyond  what  words  can  tell ; 
Name  of  gladness,  Name  of  pleasure, 

Ear  and  heart  delighting  well; 
Name  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 

Saving  us  from  sin  and  hell. 

2  'T  is  the  Name  for  adoration, 

Name  for  songs  of  victory, 
Name  for  holy  meditation 

In  this  vale  of  misery, 
Name  for  joyful  veneration 

By  the  citizens  on  high. 

3  Jesus  is  the  Name  exalted 

Over  every  other  name ; 
In  this  Name,  whene'er  assaulted, 

We  can  put  our  foes  to  shame ; 
Strength  to  them  who  else  had  halted, 

Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

4  Therefore  we  in  love  adoring, 

This  most  blessed  Name  revere; 
Holy  Jesus,  Thee  imploring 

So  to  write  it  in  us  here, 
That  hereafter  heavenward  soaring, 

We  may  sing  with  angels  there. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  14th  or  15th  Century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.  (1818 — 1866.)  1851.  ab.andalt 

547  "  /  would  love  Thee"  8,  7,  7. 

1  I  would  love  Thee,  God  and  Father, 

My  Redeemer  and  my  King : 
I  would  love  Thee ;  for,  without  Thee, 

Life  is  but  a  bitter  thing. 
I  would  love  Thee ;  look  upon  me, 

Ever  guide  me  with  Thine  eye: 
I  would  love  Thee ;  if  not  nourished 

By  Thy  love,  my  soul  would  die. 

2  I  would  love  Thee  ;   may  Thy  brightness 

Dazzle  my  rejoicing  eyes; 


I  would  love  Thee ;  may  Thy  goodness 
Watch  from  heaven  o'er  all  I  prize. 

I  would  love  Thee,  I  have  vowed  it ; 
On  Thy  love  my  heart  is  set ; 

While  I  love  Thee,  I  will  never 
My  Redeemer's  blood  forget. 

Madame  Jeanne  M.  B.  de  la  M.  Guyon.  (1648 — 1717.)  1710. 
54°  ••/  love  Thee  best:'  8,  7,  7. 

i  Something  every  heart  is  loving; 

If  not  Jesus,  none  can  rest ; 
Lord,  my  heart  to  Thee  is  given, 

Take  it,  for  it  loves  Thee  best. 
Thus  I  cast  the  world  behind  me  ; 

Jesus  most  beloved  shall  be ; 
Beauteous  more  than  all  things  beauteous, 

He  alone  is  joy  to  me. 

2  Bright  with  all  eternal  radiance, 

Is  the  glory  of  Thy  face ; 
Thou  art  loving,  sweet  and  tender, 

Full  of  pity,  full  of  grace. 
Keep  my  heart  still  faithful  to  Thee, 

That  my  earthly  life  may  be 
But  a  shadow  to  that  glory 

Of  my  hidden  life  in  Thee. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.   (1697 — 1769  )   1730. 

-1  A  —      "To  live  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  Gain." 
549  Phil  i-  21.  7- 

1  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground, 

Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy, 
Still  in  Thee  may  I  be  found, 

Still  for  Thee  my  powers  employ. 
Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace, 

Freely  from  Thy  fulness  give ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

May  I  prove  it,"  Christ  to  live." 

2  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  Thee  my  ravished  soul. 
Thus,  O  thus,  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ; 
Having  known  it,  "Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it,  "Gain  to  die." 

3  Gain,  to  part  from  all  my  grief; 

Gain,  to  bid  my  sins  farewell; 
Gain,  of  all  my  gains  the  chief, 
Ever  with  the  Lord  to  dwell : 


GRATITUDE. 


151 


This  Thy  people's  portion,  Lord, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  bliss  on  high  ; 

This  their  ever-sure  reward, 

"Christ  to  live,  and  Gain  to  die." 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw.   (1779 — 1853  )  1817. 

--p,  " Blessed  Fountain." 

3 3"  Zech.  xiii    1.  7* 

1  Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace, 

Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me, 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace 

What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be : 
What  I  am,  as  one  redeemed, 

Saved  and  rescued  by  the  Lord ; 
Hating  what  I  once  esteemed, 

Loving  what  I  once  abhorred : 

2  What  1  hope  to  be,  ere  long, 

When  I  take  my  place  above, 
When  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

When  1  see  the  God  of  love; 
Then  I  hope  like  Him  to  be, 

Who  redeemed  His  saints  from  sin, 
Whom  I  now  obscurely  see, 

Through  a  cloud  that  stands  between. 

3  When  I  see  Him  as  He  is, 

No  corruption  can  remain  : 
Such  their  portion  who  are  His, 

Such  the  happy  state  they  gain. 
Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace, 

Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me, 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace 

What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)   1809,  1S53. 
JJ^  Parting  Hymn  to  Christ. 

I  Blessed  Jesus,  ere  we  part, 

Speak  Thy  blessing  to  each  heart : 
Blessed  Jesus,  Son  of  God, 
Wash  us  in  Thy  precious  blood : 
Blessed  Jesus,  Light  divine, 
Let  Thy  presence  round  us  shine : 
Blessed  Jesus,  Saviour  bright, 
Guide  us  safe  to  realms  of  light. 

Rev.  Christian  Henry  Bateman.   {1813 — )  1848.  ab. 

r  r*  o  " Sing  unto  the  Lord." 

DO*  Ps.  xxvi.  2.  8,5. 

1   Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  for  ever, 
Of  the  love  that  changes  never. 
Who  or  what  from  Him  can  sever 
Those  He  makes  His  own  ? 


2  With  His  blood  the  Lord  has  bought  them  ; 
When  they  knew  Him  not,He  sought  them, 
And  fiom  ail  their  wand'ringsbrought  them; 

His  the  praise  alone. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With  the  bread  of  heaven  He  feeds  them. 
And  through  all  the  way  He  speeds  then 

To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the  Lord  who  bought  the.. 
Him  who  came  from  heaven,  and  sought 

them, 
Him  who  by  His  Spirit  taught  them, 
Him  they  serve  and  love. 

5  Let  His  people  sing  with  gladness, 
Other  mirth  than  this  is  madness, 
Mirth  it  is  that  ends  in  sadness, 

Be  it  far  away. 

6  'T  is  the  saints  have  solid  treasure, 
They  can  sing  with  holy  pleasure, 
And  their  joy  will  know  no  measure, 

In  the  final  day. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    1815. 
j3«5        One  Song  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven.  °>  5* 

i   Saints  in  glory,  we  together 
Know  the  song  that  ceases  never ; 
Song  of  songs  Thou  art,  O  Saviour, 
All  that  endless  day. 

2  Theme  of  Adam,  when  forgiven, 
Theme  of  Abraham,  David,  Stephen; 
Souls,  ye  chant  it  entering  heaven, 

Now,  henceforth,  alway. 

3  O  the  God-man  !  O  Immanuel ! 
Cloud  by  day  !  Jehovah-Angel ! 
Fire  by  night !    He  led  His  Israel, 

So  He  leads  us  home. 

4  Come,  ye  angels,  round  us  gather, 
While  to  Jesus  we  draw  nearer ; 

In  His  throne  He  '11  seat  forever 
Those  for  whom  He  died. 

5  Underneath  His  throne  a  river, 
Clear  as  crystal,  flows  forever, 
Like  His  fulness,  failing  never: 

Hail,  enthroned  Lamb ! 

6  O  the  unsearchable  Redeemer  ! 
Shoreless  Ocean,  sounded  never  ! 
Yesterday,  to-day,  forever, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  same. 

S.  E.  Mahmied.  ab. 


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GRATITUDE. 


554  "Behold  the  Way  to  Cod!"  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  that  I  placed  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  Prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go ;  for  all  the  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  have  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power 

I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  for  I  'm  the  Way." 

5  Lo,  glad  I  come;    and  Thou,  dear  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  Thee,  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  Thee  can  give ; 
Yet  help  me,  and  Thy  praise  I  '11  live. 

6  I  '11  tell  to  all  poor  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I  '11  point  to  Thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God ! 

Rev.  John  Cennick.    (1717 — 1755.)  1743- 


T/i  e  Hiding-place. 
Is.  xxxii.   2. 


L.  M. 


555 

1  Hail,  sovereign  Love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man ; 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  Hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hand  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  His  rich,  abounding  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  Hiding-place. 

3  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew : 

But  Justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"This  mountain  is  no  Hiding-place." 

5.  Vain  every  hope,  until  I  heard 
The  voice  of  mercy  in  Thy  word, 
Proclaiming  free  redeeming  grace, 
And  Jesus,  as  my  Hiding-place. 


5  A  few  more  rolling  waves,  at  most, 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
Where  I  shall  see  Him  face  to  face. 
Jesus,  my  glorious  Hiding-place. 

Rev.  Jehoida  Brewer.   (1752 — 1817.)    1776.  ab. 
55^  Christ,  our  Light  and  Life.  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  I  was  blind  !  I  could  not  see 

In  Thy  marred  visage  any  grace; 
But  now  the  beauty  of  Thy  face 
In  radiant  vision  dawns  on  me. 

2  Lord,  I  was  deaf!  I  could  not  hear 

The  thrilling  music  of  Thy  voice  ; 

But  now  I  hear  Thee  and  rejoice, 

And  all  Thy  uttered  words  are  dear. 

3  Lord,  I  was  dumb !  I  could  not  speak 

The  grace  and  glory  of  Thy  name; 
But  now,  as  touched  with  living  flame, 
My  lips  Thine  eager  praises  wake. 

4  Lord,  I  was  dead  !  I  could  not  stir 

My  lifeless  soul  to  come  to  Thee ; 
But  now,  since  Thou  hast  quickened  me, 
I  rise  from  sin's  dark  sepulchre. 

5  For  Thou  hast  made  the  blind  to  see, 

The  deaf  to  hear,  the  dumb  to  speak, 
The  dead  to  live,  and  lo,  I  break         , 
The  chains  of  my  captivity. 

Rev.  William  Tidd  Matson.    1866. 
557  The  new  Joy.  L.  M. 

i  Trembling  before  Thine  awful  Throne, 
O  Lord,  in  dust  my  sins  I  own ; 
Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
Contend ;  O  smile,  and  heal  the  strife. 

2  The  Saviour  smiles ;  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll ; 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found, 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  to  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sins  forgiven; 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels,,  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies; 
Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 


PRAISE  TO   CHRIST. 


153 


5  Bright  heralds  of  the  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  His  errands  ye  fulfil; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious  in  His  presence  play. 

6  Loud  is  the  song,  the  heavenly  plain 
Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain; 
And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star. 

7  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine ; 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 

A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

Abraham  Lucas   Hillhouse.   (1792 — 1S59.)   JS22. 


558 


L.  M. 


Parti  Jig  with  carnal  Joys. 

1  I  SEXD  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  dark  despair; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song,    [there.! 
Your   streams   had  e'en  conveyed  mei 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas,! 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.   (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 
OO7     Longing  for  Communion  with  Christ.     L.  M. 

i   O  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell 

With  Mary  at  my  Saviour's  feet, 
And  view  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  His  tender  words  repeat. 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss, 
O,  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  ? 


3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 

A  life  of  penitential  love, 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 

And  raise  the  highest  thoughts  above. 

4  Thus  would  1  live  till  nature  fail, 

And  all  my  former  sins  forsake ; 
Then  rise  to  God  within  the  vail, 
And  of  eternal  j<fys  partake. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed.   (1787—1862.)   1842.  ab. 

5OO  Jesus  the  Best  Beloved.  L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  this  heart  within  me  burns, 

To  tell  Thee  all  its  conscious  love ; 
And  from  earth's  low  delights  it  turns, 
To  taste  a  joy  like  that  above. 

2  When  Thou  to  meet  me  dost  descend, 

In  love  divine.  Thou  Blessed  One, 

The  moments  that  with  Thee  I  spend, 

Seem  e'en  as  heaven  itself  begun. 

3  Though  oft  these  lips  my  love  have  told, 

They  still  the  story  would  repeat ; 
To  me  the  rapture  ne'er  grows  old 
That  thrills  me  bending  at  Thy  feet. 

4  I  breathe  my  words  into  Thine  ear; 

I  seem  to  fix  mine  eyes  on  Thine; 

And  sure  that  Thou  dost  wait  to  hear., 

I  dare  in  faith  to  call  Thee  mine. 

5  Reign  Thou  sole  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  all  I  yield  to  Thy  control; 
O  let  me  never  from  Thee  part, 
Thou  Best  Beloved  of  my  soul. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.   (i8o3— )  1869. 


0  "Majestic  Sweetness."  C.  M, 

1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow; 

His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare 
Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 

Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 
He  flew  to  my  relief; 

For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 


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4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett.    (1727 — 1795.)    1787. 


562 


"A  Priest  for  ever." 
Ps.  ex.  4.  Heb.  v.  6. 


CM. 


1  THOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 

I  love  to  hear  of  Thee; 
No  music's  like  Thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  O  let  me  ever  hear  Thy  voice 

In  mercy  to  me  speak ; 
In  Thee,  my  Priest,  will  I  rejoice, 
And  Thy  salvation  seek. 

3  My  Jesus  shall  be  still  my  theme, 

While  in  this  world  I  stay ; 

I  '11  sing  my  Jesus'  lovely  name 

When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  Thy  favored  throng, 
Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  my  song. 

Rev.  John  Cennick.    (1717 — 1755.)   1745.  alt 


563 


Christ  precious. 
1  Pet.  ii.  7. 


C.  M. 


1  JESUS,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 

'T  is  music  to  mine  ear : 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  Transport  and  my  Trust ; 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 


4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755. 


564 


"Jesa  dulcis  memoria."  C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find?    Ah,  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show : 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  Joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  Prize  wilt  be; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  Glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.    (1091 — 1153.)    1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1814 — )   1849. 

J'-' J  "  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd."  C.  M. 

i   To  Thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord, 
A  grateful  song  I  '11  raise ; 
O  let  the  feeblest  of  Thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

2  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  Thine  amazing  love  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

3  To  Thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppressed ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 


PRAISE    TO    CHRIST. 


'55 


4  Nay,  should  I  walk  thro'  deaths  dark  vale 

With  double  horrors  spread, 
Thy  rod  would  guide  my  doubtful  steps, 
And  guard  my  drooping  head. 

5  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd  ;  led  by  Thee, 

No  evil  shall  I  fear : 
Soon  shall  I  reach  Thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  Thee  better  there. 

Rev.  Ottiwell  Heginbotham.    (1744 — 176S.)    1763. 


566 


To  be  one  with  Christ.  CM. 

1  Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 

No  comeliness  I  see; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  Thee. 

2  The  sense  of  Thy  redeeming  love 

Into  my  soul  convey; 
Thyself  bestow  ;  for  Thee  alone, 
My  All  in  all,  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  Thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore : 
More  than  Thyself  I  cannot  have ; 
And  Thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Loved  of  my  God,  for  Him  again 

With  love  intense  I  burn  ; 
Chosen  of  Thee  ere  time  began, 
I  choose  Thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  Thy  love, 

O  teach  me  to  resign ; 
I  'm  rich  to  all  the  intents  of  bliss, 
If  Thou,  O  God,  art  mine. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.    (1740 — 1778.)    1772. 

ab.  and  alt. 


4  Make  this  poor  self  grow  less  and  less, 

Be  Thou  my  life  and  aim, 
O,  make  me  daily,  through  Thy  grace. 
More  worthy  of  Thy  name  ; 

5  Let  faith  in  Thee  and  in  Thy  might 

My  every  motive  move  ; 
Be  Thou  alone  my  soul's  delight, 
My  passion  and  my  love. 

Rev.  Johann  Caspar  Lavater.    (1741 — 1801.)   1780. 
Tr.  by  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Lee  Smith.    (1817 — )   1869.    ab. 


567 


568. 


"  O  jfesus  Chrisius,  wachs  in  mir."         C.  M. 

1  O  JESUS  Christ,  grow  Thou  in  me, 

And  all  things  else  recede ; 
My  heart  be  daily  nearer  Thee, 
From  sin  be  daily  freed. 

2  Each  day,  let  Thy  supporting  might 

My  weakness  still  embrace ; 
My  darkness  vanish  in  Thy  light, 
Thy  life  my  death  efface. 

3  In  Thy  bright  beams,  which  on  me  fall, 

Fade  every  evil  thought; 
That  I  am  nothing,  Thou  art  all, 
I  would  be  daily  taught. 


"  O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more."L>.Ul.  6 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call ; 
Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling  place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  Jesus,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought, 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought ; 
And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  Name? 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

3  Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 
That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly  ? 

How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast  brought, 
So  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought ! 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 
O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

4  Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 
To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong; 
All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 

And  Thou,  blest  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine: 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore, 

O  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

Rev.  Henry  Collins.    1852. 


569 


"MyAllinaU."  L.  M.  61. 

i  THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 

Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 

My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am  while  Thou  art  mine ; 
And  lo,  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 

2  Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 

And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above ; 
Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,  and  peace, 


156 


PRAISE    TO    CHRIST. 


And  joy,  and  everlasting  love; 
To  me,  with  Thy  dear  name,  are  given 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  All  in  all  Thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart; 

In  war,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown  ; 

4  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour ; 
In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable; 
My  life  in  death,  my  All  in  all. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)    1749.  si.  alt. 
J  /"       " Ich  ivill  Dick  licben,  meinc  StarAe.'"L,.'M.6l. 

i   THEE  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower, 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 

In  all  Thy  works,  and  Thee  alone: 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  sacred  fire 
Fills  my  whole  soul  with  pure  desire. 

2  I  thank  Thee,  uncreated  Sun,       [shined ; 

That  Thy  bright   beams  on  me  have 
I  thank  Thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  Thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  Thee  rejoice. 

3  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray ; 
Strengthen  my  feet,  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  Thy  way; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown ; 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  Thy  frown 

Or  smile,  Thy  sceptre  or  Thy  rod ; 
What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay, 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

Johann  Angelus  Silesius.    (1624 — 1677.)    1657. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791.)   1739.   ab. 

0  /       "O  yrsu  Christ,  mcin  schoiistes Licht."\^.^li.t\. 

1  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare t 


O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there : 
Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone,  I  am ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

2  O  grant,  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell  but  Thy  pure  love  alone : 
O  may  Thy  love  possess  me  whole, 

My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown  ; 
Strange  fires  far  from  my  soul  remove; 
My  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  Unwearied  may  I  this  pursue, 

Dauntless  to  the  high  prize  aspire; 
Hourly  within  my  breast  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire; 
And  day  and  night,  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  this  sacred  treasure  there. 

4  In  suffering  be  Thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weakness  be  Thy  love  my  power; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death  as  life  be  Thou  my  guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt;   (1606—1676.)  1653. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.  1739.  ab. 

0/  "  jtsti  ditlcis  inemoria."  L.  M. 

i  Jesus,  how  sweet  Thy  memory  is  ! 
Thinking  of  Thee  is  truest  bliss; 
Beyond  all  honeyed  sweets  below 
Thy  presence  is  it  here  to  know. 

2  Tongue  cannot  speak  a  lovelier  word, 
Naught  more  melodious  can  be  heard, 
Naught  sweeter  can  be  thought  upon, 
Than  Jesus  Christ,  God's  only  Son. 

3  Jesus,  Thou  Hope  of  those  who  turn, 
Gentle  to  those  who  pray  and  mourn, 
Ever  to  those  who  seek  Thee,  kind, 
What  must  Thou  be  to  those  who  find? 

4  Jesus,  Thou  dost  true  pleasures  bring, 
Light  of  the  heart,  and  living  Spring; 
Higher  than  highest  pleasures  roll, 
Or  warmest  wishes  of  the  soul. 

5  Lord,  in  our  bosoms  ever  dwell, 
And  of  our  souls  the  night  dispel, 
Pour  on  our  inmost  mind  the  ray, 
And  fill  our  earth  with  blissful  day. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.    (1091 — 1153.)    1140. 
Tr.  Rev.  James  Waddell  Alexander   (1804—1859.)  1859.  ab 


PRAISE    TO    C II  HIST 


*57 


573  "  The  Song  of  Songs  "  L.  M. 

i  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, 

The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain, 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  !" 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  His  blood, 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God: 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  !" 

3  To  Him  who  suffered  on  the  tree, 

Our  souls  at  His  soul's  price  to  gain, 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be : 

"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  !" 

4  To  Him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might: 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  !" 

5  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 

And  while  in  heaven  with  Him  we  reign, 
This  song  our  song  of  songs  shall  be  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain!" 

James  Montgomery.     11771 — 1854)    1853.  ab.  and  alt. 

_, ,_  .  All  in  all. 

5/4  Col.  iii.  11.  L.  M. 

i   In  Christ  I  've  all  my  soul's  desire; 
His  spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 
With  boundless  wishes  large  and  high; 
And  Christ  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  my  Hope, my  Strength, andGuide; 
For  me  He  bled,  and  groaned,  and  died ; 
He  is  my  Sun,  to  give  me  light, 

He  is  my  soul's  supreme  Delight. 

3  Christ  is  the  Source  of  all  my  bliss ; 
My  wisdom  and  my  righteousness ; 
My  Saviour,  Brother,  and  my  Friend; 
On  Him  alone  I  now  depend. 

4  Christ  is  my  King,  to  rule  and  bless, 
And  all  my  troubles  to  redress; 
He's  my  Salvation  and  my  All, 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 

5  Christ  is  my  Strength  and  Portion  too; 
My  soul  in  Him  can  all  things  do; 
Through  Him  I'll  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  death  and  hell  my  soul  outbrave. 

W.  G.    In  The  Christian  Magazine.   1790.  alt. 
John  Dobell's  (1757— 1840)  Collection.    1806 
I  \ 


C  *~t  d        "  The  L  oziiti~-  Kindness  of  the  Lord." 

D  I  0  Is.  Uiii.  7.  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  : 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness  is  so  free. 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
And  saved  mc  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness  is  so  great. 

3  Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness  is  so  strong. 

4  So  when  I  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  life  and  mortal  powers  shall  fail, 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

5  Then  shall  I  mount,  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
There  shall  I  sing,  with  sweet  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley.    (1738 — 1799.)    1787.  ab. 


576 


"  Thy  Loving-Kindness."  L.  M. 

1  Thy  loving-kindness,  Lord,  I  sing, 
Of  grace  and  life  the  sacred  spring; 
The  spring  o'erflowing,  rich,  and  free, 
In  precious  blood,  once  shed  for  me. 

2  I  to  Thy  mercy-seat  repair, 

And  find  Thy  loving-kindness  there; 
And  when  to  Thy  sweet  word  I  go, 
Thy  loving-kindness  there  I  know. 

3  Lord,  from  the  moment  of  my  birth, 
I've  nothing  known  but  love  on  earth; 
By  day,  by  night,  where'er  I  be, 
Thy  loving-kindness  follows  me. 

4  From  daily  sin  and  daily  woe 

Thy  loving-kindness  saves  me  now; 
And  I  will  praise,  for  sins  forgiven, 
Thy  loving-kindness  all,  in  heaven. 

Rev.  George  Barrell  Cheever.    (1S07 — )  1845.  ab. 


577  "  O  Deus,  ego  amo  Te."  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  I  love  Thee  evermore, 

For  Thou  hast  loved  me,  Lord,  before ; 


158 


PRAISE    TO    CHRIST. 


I  have  no  freedom  but  to  be 

A  willing  servant,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

2  Let  memory  then  no  thought  retain 
Except  the  glory  of  Thy  reign; 
Nor  let  my  mind  desire  below 
Aught  but  the  love  of  Christ  to  know. 

3  I  cannot  have  a  wish  or  thought, 
Except  to  love  Thee  as  I  ought; 
What,  by  Thy  gracious  gift,  is  mine, 
With  joy  I  freely  make  it  Thine. 

4  From  Thee  I  have,  to  Thee  I  give, 
In  Thy  commands,  O  let  me  live! 
My  wants  will  then  be  all  supplied, 
For  all  are  only  dreams  beside. 

Of  unknown  authorship  and  date. 
Tr.  by  Erastus  Cornelius  Benedict.    (1800 — )   1868,  1873. 

5/0  "  Jesus  Chris/,  the  Crucified."  J. 

1  ASK  yc  what  great  thing  I  know 
That  delights  and  stirs  me  so? 
What  the  high  reward  I  win? 
Whose  the  name  I  glory  in  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

2  What  is  faith's  foundation  strong? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

3  Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  woes? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart, 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

4  Who  is  Life  in  life  to  me? 
Who  the  Death  of  death  will  be  ? 
Who  will  place  me  on  His  right 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

5  This  is  that  great  thing  I  know; 
This  delights  and  stirs  me  so: 
Faith  in  Him  who  died  to  save, 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell.   (1811— )  1863 

rft-ie\       " Now  Thine  Anger's  turned mvay."  7. 

579  Is.  xii.  1. 

I  I  will  praise  Thee  every  day 
Now  Thine  anger's  turned  away; 


Comfortable  thoughts  arise 
From  the  bleeding  Sacrifice 

2  Jesus  is  become  at  length 

My  Salvation  and  my  Strength ; 
And  His  praises  shall  prolong, 
While  I  live,  my  pleasant  song. 

3  Praise  ye,  then,  His  glorious  Name, 
Publish  His  exalted  fame  ! 

Still  His  worth  your  praise  exceeds, 
Excellent  are  all  His  deeds. 

4  Raise  again  the  joyful  sound, 
Let  the  nations  roll  it  round  ! 
Zion,  shout  !   for  this  is  He; 
God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  Thee ! 

William  Cowper    (1731—1800)    1779.    ab. 


'580 


"  Keine  S,  honhcit  hat  die  Welt"  'j 

1  Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  Source  and  Spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals, 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals, 
Then  I  think  :    Who  made  their  light 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 

4  When  I  see,  in  spring-tide  gay, 
Fields  their  varied  tints  display, 
Wakes  the  awful  thought  in  me, 
What  must  their  Creator  be  ! 

5  Lord  of  all  that's  fair  to  see, 
Come,  reveal  Thyself  to  me; 
Let  me,  'mid  Thy  radiant  light, 
See  Thine  unveiled  glories  bright. 

Johann  Angelus  Sile^ius.    (1624— 1677  )    1657.  ab- 
Tr   by  Miss  Frances  Elizabeth  Cox     1S41.    ab. 


None  but  fesus. 
Ps.  lxxiii.  25. 


8.  d: 


581 

I   How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours     1 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet 
flowers 


PRAISE   TO   CHRIST. 


159 


Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  with  me. 
The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  His  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  were  He  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  His  face, 

My  all  to  His  pleasure    resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  His  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1S07.)   1779.  nb. 


582 


"  Sihonster  Herr  fesu. 


5.  5.  10. 


1  Fairest  Lord  Jesus, 
Ruler  of  all  nature, 

O  Thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son  ! 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor  ; 
Thou,  my  soul's  glory,  joy  and  crown. 

2  Fair  are  the  meadows, 
Fairer  still  the  woodlands, 

Robed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring : 

Jesus  is  fairer, 

Jesus  is  purer, 
Who  makes  the  woeful  heart  to  sing. 


3  Fair  is  the  sunshine, 

Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 

And  the  twinkling  starry  host : 
Jesus  shines  brighter, 
Jesus  shines  purer 

Than  all  the  angels  heaven  can  boast. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  12th  century. 


583 


Only  yesus,  mid  Him  criui/ied. 
1  Cor.  ii.  2. 

I  Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good; 


7,6.  D. 


Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  His  blood; 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego  ; 

All  thy  pomps,  thy  wealth  and  pride: 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'T  is  all  but  vanity; 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me; 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe, 

Christ,  th'  atoning  Victim  died: 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace 

And  pleasure  without  end; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  His  grace  to  grow, 

Ever  in  His  faith  abide: 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Him  in  all  my  works  I  seek, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree; 
Only  of  His  love  I  speak, 

Who  freely  died  for  me ; 
While  I  sojourn  here  below, 

Nothing  will  I  seek  beside  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

Rev  Charles  Wesley.    1742.  ab.  an  J  alt. 


584 


The  Sinner's  P<'ea. 

1  Tim    1    ic 


7,6.  d. 

1  Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast. 

Their  works  of  righteousness; 
I,  a  wretch  undone  and  lost, 

Am  freely  saved  by  grace  ; 
Other  title  ,1  disclaim, 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  plea: 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  Happy  they  whose  joys  abound 

Like  Jordan's  swelling  stream, 
Who  their  heaven  in  Christ  have  found; 

And  give  the  praise  to  Him ; 
Meanest  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  steps  I  at  a  distance  see: 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 


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PR  A!  Si:    TO   CHRIST, 


3  Jesus,  Thou  for  mc  hast  died, 

And  Thou  in  me  wilt  live ; 
I  shall  feel  Thy  death  applied  ; 

I  shall  Thy  life  receive; 
Yet,  when  melted  in  the  flame 

Of  love,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea : 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708—1788.)    1742.  ab. 


585 


Rejoicing  on  our  Way.  7 

i  Children'  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  yc  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 

Rev.  John  Cennick.    (1717— 1755.)    1742.   ab. 


586 


Omunrd,  and  stiil  onward.  J. 

i   MUCH  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christians,  onward  go; 
Fight  the  fight,  and,  worn  with  strife, 
Steep  with  tears  the  Bread  of  Life. 

2  Onward,  Christians,  onward  go ; 
Join  the  war,  and  face  the  foe ; 
Faint  not;   much  doth  yet  remain  ; 
Dreary  is  the  long  campaign. 

3  Shrink  not,  Christians,  will  ye  yield? 
Will  ye  quit  the  painful  field  ? 

Will  ye  flee  in  danger's  hour? 
Know  ye  not  your  Captain's  power? 


4  Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad; 
March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long; 
Yictory  soon  shall  tune  your  song. 

5  Onward  then  to  battle  move ; 

More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go. 

Henry  Kirke  While.   (1785 — 1S06.)    First  10  lines. 
Miss  Fanny  Fuller  Maitlaml.   J827.  ab. 


587 


Redeeming  Lo?c.  7* 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name; 

Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  yc  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  lcmove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Welcome,  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  His  sacred  rest; 
Nothing  brought  Him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

5  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Toin  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

Rev.  Martin  Mailan  ?  ( 1 7 ->0 —  1790.)   4763.   ah, 


588 


Make  His  Pt'aise  gi<»iaii 
Ps.  I.ivi.  2 


C.  P.  M. 

1  O  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth. 
O  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine; 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  lighteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 


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3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home. 

And  I  shall  see  His  face ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley.    (1738 — 1799.)    1789    ab 


589 


Desiring  to  love.  C.  P.  M. 

i   O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  Thee  ? 
I  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
In  vain  desire  its  depths  to  see; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery,' 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God; 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine : 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  O  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet 

Be  this  my  happy  choice, 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favored  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast ! 
From  care  and  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.  ab. 


590  'Only  Thee."  7 

1  Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above ; 

All  my  hopes  in  Thee  abide, 
Thou  my  Hope,  and  naught  beside ; 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away ; 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day : 
Hence,  vain  shadows,  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

3  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down ; 
Pardon  from  Thy  pierced  hand 
Now  I  take,  while  here  I  stand ; 
Only  then  I    live  to  Thee, 
When  Thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die; 
Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more: 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 

Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

Rev.  George  Dufneld.  Jr.    (1S1S— )    1859. 
59^  Happy  Trust.  7 

i  Saviour,  happy  would  I  be, 
If  I  could  but  trust  in  Thee; 
Trust  Thy  wisdom  me  to  guide; 
Trust  Thy  goodness  to  provide ; 
Trust  Thy  saving  love  and  power; 
Trust  Thee  every  day  and  hour : 

2  Trust  Thee  as  the  only  light 
In  the  darkest  hour  of  night ; 
Trust  in  sickness,  trust  in  health; 
Trust  in  poverty  and  wealth  ; 
Trust  in  joy,  and  trust  in  grief; 
Trust  Thy  promise  for  relief: 

3  Trust  Thy  blood  to  cleanse  my  soul ; 
Trust  Thy  grace  to  make  me  whole ; 
Trust  Thee  living,  dying,  too; 
Trust  Thee  all  my  journey  through ; 
Trust  Thee  till  my  feet  shall  be 
Planted  on  the  crystal  sea. 

Rev.  Edwin  H.  Nevku   (1814 — )  1858. 


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PRAISE   TO    CHRIST.     LOVE    TO    CHRIST. 


592  'Whose  I  am"  7- 

i  Jesus,  Master,  -whose  I  am, 
Purchased  Thine  alone  to  be, 

By  Thy  blood,  0  spotless  Lamb, 
Shed  so  willingly  for  me; 

Let  my  heart  be  all  Thine  own, 

Let  me  live  to  Thee  alone. 

2  Other  lords  have  long  held  sway ; 

Now  Thy  name  alone  to  bear, 
Thy  dear  voice  alone  obey, 

Is  my  daily,  hourly  prayer. 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee? 
Nothing  else  my  joy  can  be. 

3  Jesus,  Master,  I  am  Thine; 

Keep  me  faithful,  keep  me  near : 
Let  Thy  presence  in  me  shine 

All  my  homeward  way  to  cheer. 
Jesus,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
O  be  Thou  my  All  in  all. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal.    1872. 

-.  r .  0  Thou  kntnoest  that  I  loz>e  Thee." 

0\)6  Johnxxi.  15.  CM. 

1  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 
And  turned  each  cursed  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  Thy  Name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  Thy  Name, 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But  O,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1731.)  1755.  ab. 


594  True  Love.  CM. 

i  Think  well  how  Jesus  trusts  Himself 
Unto  our  childish  love, 
As  though  by  His  free  ways  with  us 
Our  earnestness  to  prove. 

2  His  sacred  Name  a  common  word 

On  earth  He  loves  to  hear; 
There  is  no  majesty  in  Him 

Which  love  may  not  come  near. 

3  The  light  of  love  is  round  His  feet, 

His  paths  are  never  dim  ; 
And  He  comes  nigh  to  us  when  we 
Dare  not  come  nigh  to  Him. 

4  Let  us  be  simple  with  Him,  then, 

Not  backward,  stiff,  or  cold, 
As  though  our  Bethlehem  could  be 
What  Sinai  was  of  old. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814 — 1863.)    1849.  ah. 


"  The  great  Lone." 
John  xv.  13. 


595  John  xv.  13.  C  M. 

1  My  blessed  Saviour,  is  Thy  love 

So  great,  so  full,  so  free  ? 
Behold,  I  give  my  love,  my  heart, 
My  life,  my  all,  to  Thee. 

2  I  love  Thee  for  the  glorious  worth 
In  Thy  great  Self  I  see; 

I  love  Thee  for  that  shameful  cross 
Thou  hast  endured  for  me. 

3  No  man  of  greater  love  can  boast 

Than  for  his  friend  to  die  ; 
But  for  Thy  foes,  Lord,  Thou  wast  slain 
What  love  with  Thine  can  vie  ! 

4  Though  in  the  very  form  of  God, 

With  heavenly  glory  crowned, 
Thou  wouldst  partake  of  human  flesh 
Beset  with  troubles  round. 

5  O  Lord,  I  '11  treasure  in  my  soul 

The  memory  of  Thy  love  ; 
And  Thy  dear  name  shall  still  to  me 
A  grateful  odor  prove. 

Rev   Joseph  Stennett.   (1663 — 171 3.)   1697.  ab. 


596 


'  O  Dens,  ego  am o  Te."  C  M. 

1   My  God,  I  love  Thee :  not  because 
I  hope  for  heaven  thereby, 
Nor  yet  because  who  love  Thee  not 

Must  die  eternally. 


LOVE    TO    CHRIST.      CHRIST'S    GRACE    EXTOLLED, 


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2  Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace: 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails,  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace ; 

3  And  griefs,  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
Yea,  death  itself;  and  all  for  me 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell. 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord. 

6  So  would  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  Eternal  King. 

Francis  Xavier.   (1506 — 1552.)   1552. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.   (1814 — )    1849.   si.  alt. 

597  " Oneness  with  Christ"  CM. 

i   Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee? 
O  height,  O  depth  of  love  ! 
With  Thee  we  died  upon  the  tree ; 
In  Thee  we  live  above. 

2  Such  was  Thy  grace,  that  for  our  sake 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down. 
Thou  didst  of  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  sorrows  one. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 

Confessed  and  borne  by  Thee ; 
The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  Thine 
To  set  Thy  members  free. 

4  Ascended  now  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  Thou  art ; 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  height, 
Thy  saints  and  Thee  can  part. 

5  Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day, 

When,  seated  on  Thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display 
That  Thou  with  us  art  one  ! 

James  George  Deck.   1837. 


598 


"  yesu  ciecus  angclicum."  C.  M. 

i   O  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art 
Of  angel-worlds  above ; 
Thy  Name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  Thee  I  send ; 

To  Thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

My  being's  hope  and  end. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 

Our  Life  and  Joy !    to  Thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity  ! 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.    (1091 — 1153)  1140. 
Tr   by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.   1849.  ab.  and  alt. 

r' r\r\  ^'e  I'oicc  from  Galilee. 

Oyy  Johni.  16.  C.  M.  D. 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  ray  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting  place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water;   thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

O-f  that  life-giving  stream; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  I  '11  walk 

Till  all  my  journey  's  done. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.  (1808—)   1857.  si.  alt. 


164 


CHRIST'S     GRACE     EXTOLLED. 


000  « Amazing-  Grace."  C.  M.  D. 

i   Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 

The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

2  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home 
The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures; 
He  will  my  Shield  and  Portion  be, 

As  long  as  life  endures. 

3  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 
The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 

Will  be  forever  mine. 

Rev.  John  Newton.     (1725 — 1807.)  1779. 

00  I  Mine  and  Thine.  C.  M. 

1  All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt, 

My  death  was  all  my  own ; 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  Thee, 
My  gracious  God,  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice, 
Is  Thine,  and  only  Thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine; 
The  light  of  life  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  Thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

It  taught  me  to  believe; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found; 

And  now  I  live,  I  live. 
All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 

I  owe  it,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    1857. 


C.  M. 


(\r\ry  Great  Things  done  for  11s. 

VV4  ps.  cxxvi. 

1  WHEN  God  revealed  His  gracious  name. 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  Thy  hand  confess ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  the  power  divine ; 
"Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 
"And  be  the  glory  Thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  arc  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674— 174S.)   1719   ab. 


603 


Converting  Grace.  CM. 

i   O  GIFT  of  gifts  !  O  grace  of  faith  ! 
My  God,  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me? 

2  How  many  hearts  Thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine, 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  Thine  ! 

3  Ah,  grace,  into  unhkehest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light ; 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

5  O  happy,  happy  that  I  am! 

If  Thou  canst  be,  O  faith, 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death? 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Fabcr.    (1814-1S63)    1648  ab. 


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Saving  Grace. 

Eph.  n.  5. 


S.  M. 


1  GRACE,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  mine  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet. 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Rev   Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751)    1755- 


605 


Christ  our  Righteousness. 
1  Cor.  i.  30. 


1  How  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  His  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven ; 
But,  in  His  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cuie, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  Thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God; 
Thy  sovereign  power,  Thy  healing  grace 
And  Thine  atoning  blood. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 

t\t\(\        "  The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb." 

JLMJ  Rev   xv   3.  S.  M. 

I  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 


2  Sing  of  His  dying  love; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues: 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  the  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  ye  hear  Him  say, 

'•Ye  blessed  children,  come;" 

Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  His  wanderers  home. 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  swell  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Rev   William  Hammond.    ( — 1783  )   1745.    ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  Martin  Madan.   (1726— 1790)   1760.    First  5  vs. 


607 


S.  M. 


Hea'jenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thousand  sacred  sweets 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

15  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry; 
We  're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 


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CHRIST   S     GRACE    EXTOLLED.      CROSS-BEARING, 


*-»UO  ••  Summi  Parentis  Filio."  S.  M. 

1  To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  peace, 

And  Son  of  God  most  high, 
The  Father  of  the  world  to  come, 
Sing  we  with  holy  joy.^ 

2  Deep  in  His  heart  for  us 

The  wound  of  love  He  bore, 
That  love,  which  still  He  kindles  in 
The  hearts  that  Him  adore. 

3  O  Jesus,  Victim  blest, 

What  else,  but  love  divine, 
Could  Thee  constrain  to  open  thus 
That  sacred  heart  of  Thine? 

4  O  Fount  of  endless  life, 

O  Spring  of  waters  clear, 
O  Flame  celestial,  cleansing  all 
Who  unto  Thee  draw  near: 

5  Hide  me  in  Thy  dear  heart, 

For  thither  do  I  fly; 
There  seek  Thy  grace  through  life,  in  death 
Thine  immortality. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (1814 — )  1849. 


609 


Singing  in  the  Ways  0/  Cod.  S.  M. 

Ps   exxxviu.  5. 

1  Now  let  our  voices  join 

To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 

How  open,  and  how  fair  ! 
No  lurking  gins  t'  entrap  our  feet; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

5  All  honor  to  His  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way; 
To  Him,  who  leads  the  wanderer  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702— 1751.)    1753.   ab.  and  alt. 


6T  *  "  We  have  left  all."  8,  7.  D. 

1  U  Mark  x.  28.  * ' 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be  : 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I  've  sought,  and  hoped,  and  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me. 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me; 

Thou  art  not,  like  man,  untrue; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me, 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father ; 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring   me  sweeter  rest. 
O  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
O  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Fran-is  Lyte.    (1793 — 1847.)    1825. 

f\  T  t  The  End  of  Trials.  8,  7.  D. 

*J  ±  1.  (Second  part  0/ preceding  hymn.) 

1  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine; 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee: 

Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine  ? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayci 


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Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Rev.  Henry  Ftancis  Lyte.    1S25. 

6X  <->  "  In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory."  8.7. 

A  *  Gal.  vi.  14.  ' 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me ; 
Lo,  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  Bownng.    (1792 — 1872)   1825. 
"*0         " Krcuz  wir  gmisscji  dich  von  Herzen  '  8,7- 

1  CROSS,  reproach,  and  tribulation, 

Ye  to  me  arc  welcome  guests, 
When  I  have  this  consolation, 
That  my  soul  in  Jesus  rests. 

2  The  reproach  of  Christ  is  glorious ; 

Those  who  here  His  burden  bear 
In  the  end  shall  prove  victorious, 
And  eternal  gladness  share. 

3  Bear,  then,  the  reproach  of  Jesus, 

Ye  who  live  a  life  of  faith ; 
Lift  triumphant  songs  and  praises, 
E  'en  in  martyrdom  and  death. 

4  Bonds,  and  stripes,  and  evil  story, 

Are  our  honorable  crowns ; 


Pain  is  peace,  and  shame  is  glory, 
Gloomy  dungeons  are  as  thrones. 

Ludwig  Andreas  Goiter.    (1669 — 1735.)  1735. 
Moravian  Collection.   1754. 

6T  a  The  watchful  Servant.  R    7 

I4  Matt   xxv.  7.  *'7- 

1  Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us, 

Here  would  we  renounce  them  all, 
Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus, 
Him  our  Lord  and  Master  call. 

2  Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 

Points  to  brighter  worlds  above, 
Bids  us  look  for  His  appearing, 
Bids  us  triumph  in  His  love. 

3  May  our  lights  be  always  burning, 

And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, 
Longing  for  the  welcome  sound. 

4  Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 

Never  will  we  be  afraid, 
Should  He  come  at  night  or  morning, 
Early  dawn  or  evening  shade. 

Charles  Lawrence  Ford.  —  ab. 
^*  ■*■  J  Be  not  weary.  8,  J . 

1  YES,  He  knows  the  way  is  dreary, 

Knows  the  weakness  of  our  frame, 
Knows  that  hand  and  heart  are  weary; 
He  in  all  points  felt  the  same. 

2  Look  to  Him,  and  faith  shall  brighten, 
Hope  shall  soar,  and  faith  shall  burn  ; 

Peace  once  more  thy  heart  shall  brighten, 
Rise,  He  calleth  thee,  return. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal.    1872.    ab. 

6x  f\  Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.  L.  M. 

IXJ  Rom.  i.  16.     Heb.  ii.  11. 

1  JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 


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4  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain; 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

Rev   Joseph  Gngg.    (— 17CB)    1765.  alt. 
Rev.  Benjamin  Francis    (1734  —  1799)   1787. 

017  Bearing  the  Cross  for  Christ  L,   M. 

1  MY  precious  LGrd,  for  Thy  dear  Name 
I  bear  the  cross,  despise  the  shame ; 
Nor  do  I  faint,  while  Thou  art  near; 

I  lean  on  Thee ;  how  can  I  fear  ? 

2  No  other  name  but  Thine  is  given 

To  cheer  my  soul,  in  earth  or  heaven ; 
No  ^'ther  wealth  will  I  require ; 
No  other  friend  can  I  desire. 

t  Yea,  into  nothing  would  I  fall 
For  Thee  alone,  my  All  in  all ; 
To  feel  Thy  love,  my  only  joy, 
To  tell  Thy  love,  my  sole  employ. 

Moiavian  Collection.    1754    ab. 

6jQ  Cloying  in  the  Cross  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

■*•  O  Gal   vi   14 

1  We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 

Of  Him  who  died  upon  the  cross ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  shining  letters,  "Gcd  is  Love;" 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away: 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up; 

It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  "day, 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 

And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light ; 


5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1S55.)    1S20. 

6y  f\   Christ's  Service  the  Fruit  0/  our  Labors.  L.  M. 
1  y  Phil.  1.  22. 

1  My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  Thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end, 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend ! 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 
Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good; 

Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'T  is  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  His  saving  power. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge    (1707 — 1751  )    1755.  alt. 
\j£\J  p0j,  Grace  to  surrender  all.  I_.  M. 

1  JESUS,  our  best  beloved  Friend, 

Draw  out  our  souls  in  pure  desire; 
Jesus,  in  love  to  us  descend, 

Baptize  us  with  Thy  Spirit's  fire. 

2  On  Thy  redeeming  Name  we  call, 

Poor  and  unworthy  though  We  be: 
Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all ; 

Let  each  Thy  full  salvation  see. 

3  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 

To  fear  and  follow  Thy  commands; 
O  take  our  hearts,  our  hearts  are  Thine, 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

4  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 

May  we  Thy  blessed  will  obey  ; 
Toil  in  Thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  the  day. 


CONSECRATION    TO    CHRIST.      CROSS-BEARING, 


i6g 


5  Yet,  Lord,  for  us  a  resting-place, 

In  heaven,  at  Thy  right  hand  prepare; 
And  till  we  see  Thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 

James  Montgomery.   (1771  — 1854  )    1825. 


Holiness  and  Grace. 
Titus  li.  10-13 


621 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.   (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  si.  alt 
U22  No  Cress,  no  Crozun.  CM. 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there 's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there  's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful  I  '11  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  Name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring, 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 
The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives,  no  more  to  die. 


6  O  precious  cross !    O  glorious  crown  ! 
O  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

G.  N   Allen,   vs.  1-3.    1849.   alt 


623 


I  am  net  ashamed"  CM. 

2  Tim.  i.  12. 

1  I  'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  His  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  Gcd  !  I  know  His  Name, 

His  Name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  His  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  His  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

Rev.  Isaac Wstts.     1709. 


Christ  oitr  Example. 
John  xv.  13. 


C  M. 


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1  LORD,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  cur  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  gcod  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear; 
Like  Thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief's  dark  day  come  on, 
We  in  our  turn  would  meekly  cry, 
Father,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame, 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

5  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
O  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  Thee  to  heaven. 

Rev.  John  Hampden  Gurney.    (180: — 1S62.)   1838.  ab. 


WARFARE. 


170 

firy*  ''Quit  you  like  Men."  CM. 

"^3  1  Cor.  xvi.   13. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674—1748)    1720. 


'Hinder  me  net. 
Gen.  xxiv.  56. 


The  High-way  to  Zion. 
Is.  xxxv.  S— 10. 


C.  M. 


627 

1  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing: 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head : 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 


4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 
Pursue  His  footsteps  still; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.   (1702—1731.)    1755. 


:  The  whole  A  riitor.' 
Eph.  vi.  11  —  18. 


S.  M. 


C.  M. 


626 

1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I  '11  pursue; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I  '11  follow  where  He  goes ; 
Hinder  me  not !  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  His  command; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not !  come,  welcome  death  ! 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

Rev.  John  Ryland.    (1753 — 1825.)    1773.  ab. 


628 

i  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  His  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  His  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God; 

4  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weakness  of  the  soul; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

6  To  keep  your  armor  bright, 

Attend  with  constant  care, 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  sight, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S- 178S.)    1749.  ab. 


WARFARE, 


171 


629 


"  Lead  on."  S.  M. 

i  Lead  on,  almighty  Lord, 
Lead  on  to  victory  ! 
Encouraged  by  the  bright  reward 
With  joy  to  follow  Thee. 

2  We  '11  follow  Thee,  our  Guide, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King ; 
We'll  follow  Thee,  through  grace  supplied 
From  heaven's  eternal  spring. 

3  We  hope  to  see  the  day 

When  all  our  toils  shall  cease ; 
When  we  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 

4  This  hope  supports  us  here, 

It  makes  our  burdens  light; 
'T  will  serve  our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer 
Till  faith  shall  end  in  sight ; 

5  Till,  of  the  prize  possessed, 

We  hear  of  war  no  more  ; 
And  O,  sweet  thought !  forever  rest 
On  yonder  peaceful  shore. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    1809. 


63O 


"  Be  on  thy  Guard." 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  Thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  Thou  receive  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  His  divine  abode- 

George  Heath, 


S.  M. 


"Keep  the  Charge  of  the  Lord." 
Lev.  viii.  35. 


631 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky ; 


1781. 
S.  M. 


2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live, 
And  O  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1762 


632 


"  Watch  and  pray." 
Eph.  v.  14. 


S.  M. 


i  Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 
This  slumber  from  my  soul ; 
Say  to  me  now,  "  Awake,  awake  ! 
And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole." 

2  .Give  me  on  Thee  to  call, 

Always  to  watch  and  pray, 
Lest  I  into  temptation  fall, 
And  cast  my  shield  away. 

3  For  each  assault  prepared 

And  ready  may  I  be ; 
For  ever  standing  on  my  guard, 
And  looking  up  to  Thee. 

4  Thou  seest  my  feebleness; 

Jesus,  be  Thou  my  power, 

My  help  and  refuge  in  distress, 

My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

5  Cause  me  to  trust  in  Thee, 

Be  Thou  my  sure  abode; 
My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

6  Myself  I  cannot  save, 

Myself  I  cannot  keep; 
But  strength  in  Thee  I  surely  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

7  My  soul  to  Thee  alone 

Now,  therefore,  I  commend; 
Thou  Jesus,  having  loved  Thine  own, 
Shalt  love  me  to  the  end. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley     1749.  ab. 


172 


WARFARE. 


633 


"  Weigh  not  thy  Lifer  S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 

Against  thy  heavenly  crown  ; 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 

Unknown  Author. 


635 


634 


"Verzage  tticht,  die  Hanfiein  l'ein."C  P.  M. 

i  Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow, 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power  : 
What  tho'  your  courage  sometimes  faints, 
His  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 
Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 

2  Be  of  good  cheer;  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs; 

Leave  it  to  Him,  our  Lord. 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
Salvation  shall  for  you  arise : 

He  girdeth  on  His  sword ! 

3  As  true  as  God's  own  word  is  true, 
Not  earth  nor  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail. 
A  jest  and  byword  are  they  grown: 
God  is  with  us;  we  are  His  own; 

Our  victory  cannot  fail. 

4  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer ! 
Great  Captain,  now  Thine  arm  make  bare; 

Fight  for  us  once  again  ! 
So  shall  Thy  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  Thy  praise, 

World  without  end.     Amen. 

Gustavus  Adolphus.   (1594  —  1632.)   1631.    in  prose. 

Rev   Jacob  Fabricius.    (1593—1654.)    1631.    inverse. 

Tr.  by  M133  Catherine  Wmkworth.    (1829 — )  1855.  alt. 


Casting  our  Core  on  God.  C.  P.  M. 

1  Pet.  v.  7. 

r  O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best. 

2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
How  oft  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden  wild  alarms ; 
O  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thine  almighty  arms  ! 

3  Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load. 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer; 
Sure  that  the  Father  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear. 

4  We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should ; 
So  chafes  weak  nature's  restless  mood 

To  cast  its  peace  away  ; 
But  birds  and  flowerets  round  us  preach, 
All,  all  the  present  evil  teach 
Sufficient  for  the  day. 

5  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cense, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstice.    (1S0S— 1836.)  1836. 


636 


In  Affliction.  C.  P.  M. 

1  "Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 
So  prayed  on  earth  Thy  suffering  Son, 

So  in  His  Name  I  pray: 
The  spirit  fails,  the  flesh  is  weak; 
Thy  help  in  agony  I  seek ; 

O  take  the  cup  away. 

2  If  such  be  not  Thy  sovereign  will, 
Thy  wiser  purpose  then  fulfil  ; 

My  wishes  I  resign  ; 
Into  Thy  hands  my  soul  commend, 
On  Thee  for  life  or  death  depend ; 

Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771  — 1854.)    1853 


WARFARE, 


*73 


637 


The  Tempest.  8,  6. 

1  Oft  when  the  waves  of  passion  rise, 
And  storms  of  life  conceal  the  skies, 

And  o'er  the  ocean  sweep, 
Tossed  in  the  long  tempestuous  night, 
We  feel  no  ray  of  heavenly  light 

To  cheer  the  lonely  deep. 

2  But  lo,  in  our  extremity, 

The  Saviour  walking  on  the  sea ! 

E'en  now  He  passes  by  ! 
He  silences  our  clamorous  fear, 
And  mildly  says,  "Be  of  good  cheer, 

Be  not  afraid,  'tis  I." 

3  Ah,  Lord,  if  it  be  Thou  indeed, 
So  near  us  in  our  time  of  need, 

So  good,  so  strong  to  save, 
Speak  the  kind  word  of  power  to  me, 
Bid  me  believe,  and  come  to  Thee, 

Swift  walking  on  the  wave. 

4  He  bids  me  come  !    His  voice  I  know, 
And  boldly  on  the  waters  go, 

And  brave  the  tempest's  shock: 
O'er  rude  temptations  now  I  bound, 
The  billows  yield  a  solid  ground, 

The  wave  is  firm  as  rock. 

5  Come  in,  come  in,  Thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  all  the  storms  of  sin  shall  cease, 

And  fall,  no  more  to  rise ; 
O,  if  Thy  Spirit  still  remain, 
Our  rest  on  distant  shores  we  gain, 

Our  haven  in  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1749.  ab.  and  alt. 


Who  suffer  for  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  His  face  appear, 

And  by  His  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up, 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead: 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity 

We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  : 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.  ah. 


639 


'  Forward  into  Light  f 
Jix.  xiv.  15. 


6,5- 


638 


1  Come  on. 


8,  6. 


1  Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  the  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  happy  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  cf  God. 
12 


Forward  !  be  our  watchword, 

Steps  and  voices  joined  ; 
Seek  the  things  before  us, 

Not  a  look  behind: 
Burns  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head  ; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking, 

By  our  Captain  led? 
Forward  through  the  desert, 

Through  the  toil  and  fight: 
Jordan  flows  before  us, 

Zion  beams  with  light ! 

Forward,  flock  of  Jesus, 

Salt  of  all  the  earth ; 
Till  each  yearning  purpose 

Spring  to  glorious  birth  : 
Sick,  they  ask  for  healing, 

Blind,  they  grope  for  day; 
Pour  upon  the  nations 

Wisdom's  loving  ray. 
Forward,  out  of  error, 

Leave  behind  the  night; 
Forward  through  the  darkness, 

Forward  into  Light ! 

Glories  upon  glories 

Hath  our  God  prepared, 


174 


WARFARE. 


64O 


By  the  souls  that  love  Him 

One  day  to  be  shared : 
Eye  hath  not  beheld  them, 

Ear  hath  never  heard; 
Nor  of  these  hath  uttered 

Thought  or  speech  a  word : 
Forward,  marching  eastward 

Where  the  heaven  is  bright, 
Till  the  veil  be  lifted, 

Till  our  faith  be  sight ! 

Far  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  city  towers, 
Where  our  God  abideth; 

That  fair  home  is  ours: 
Flash  the  streets  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  gates  with  gold; 
Flows  the  gladdening  river 

Shedding  joys  untold; 
Thither,  onward  thither, 

In  the  Spirit's  might: 
Pilgrims  to  your  country, 

Forward  into  Light ! 

Rev.  Henry  Alford.    (1810 — 1871.)    1865.  ab. 


"Onward,  Christian  Soldiers." 

1  Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ  the  royal  Master 
Leads  against  the  foe; 
Forward  into  battle, 
See,  his  banner  go. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before. 

2  At  the  sign  of  triumph 

Satan's  host  doth  flee ; 
On  then,  Christian  soldiers, 

On  to  victory. 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise. 
Onward,  &c. 

3  Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God; 


6,5- 


Brothers,  we  are  treading 
Where  the  saints  have  trod; 

We  are  not  divided, 
All  one  body  we, 

One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 
One  in  charity. 
Onward,  Sec. 

4  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane,    • 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain; 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. 
Onward,  Sec. 

5  Onward,  then,  ye  people, 

Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor 

Unto  Christ  the  King; 
This  through  countless  ages, 

Men  and  angels  sing. 
Onward,  See. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring  Gould.    (1834—)    1863.    ab. 


64I 


God  is  our  Leader. 
Ps.  lxxvii. 


7,6. 


In  time  of  tribulation, 

Hear,  Lord,  my  feeble  cries; 
With  humble  supplication 

To  Thee  my  spirit  flies: 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking; 

Scarce  can  my  heart  complain  : 
Mine  eyes  with  tears  kept  waking, 

Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 

Hath  God  cast  off  forever? 

Can  time  His  truth  impair? 
His  tender  mercy,  never 

Shall  I  presume  to  share  ? 
Hath  He  His  loving-kindness 

Shut  up  in  endless  wrath? 
No ;  this  is  mine  own  blindness, 

That  cannot  see  His  path. 

I  call  to  recollection 

The  years  of  His  right  hand; 
And,  strong  in  His  protection, 

Again  through  faith  I  stand: 


WARFARE. 


*75 


Thy  deeds,  O  Lord,  are  wonder. 

Holy  are  all  Thy  ways ; 
The  secret  place  of  thunder, 

Shall  utter  forth  Thy  praise. 

4  Thee,  with  the  tribes  assembled, 

O  God,  the  billows  saw; 
They  saw  Thee  and  they  trembled, 

Turned,  and  stood  still  with  awe ; 
Through  the  wild  sea  Thou  leddest 

Thy  chosen  flock  of  yore : 
Still  on  the  waves  Thou  treadest, 

And  Thy  redeemed  pass  o'er. 


James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)   1822.  ab. 


642 


Christ  keeps  us.  7,  6. 

i  O  Lamb  of  God,  still  keep  me 

Near  to  Thy  wounded  side ; 
'T  is  only  there  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide. 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me, 

What  doubts  and  fears  within  ! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me, 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

2  'Tis  only  in  Thee  hiding, 

I  know  my  life  secure  ; 
Only  in  Thee  abiding, 

The  conflict  can  endure: 
Thine  arm  the  victory  gaineth 

O'er  even-  hateful  foe ; 
Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth, 

In  all  its  care  and  woe. 

3  Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  Thee 

With  rapture  face  to  face ; 
One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 

Of  all  Thy  power  and  grace ; 
Thy  beauty,  Lord,  and  glory, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love, 
Shall  be  the  endless  story 

Of  all  Thy  saints  above. 

James  George  Deck.   1857. 


Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 
Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  trumpet  call  obey ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  His  glorious  day  : 
"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him" 

Against  unnumbered  foes ; 
Let  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 
Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

Each  piece  put  on  with  prayer; 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song: 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 

Rev.  George  Duffield,  Jr.    (1818— )  1858.  a 


644 


643 


"  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus!" 

I   Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 

Lift  high  His  royal  banner, 
It  must  not  suffer  loss : 

From  victory  unto  victory 
His  army  shall  He  lead, 


7,6. 


"  Go  forward,  Christian  Soldier." 

1  Go  forward.  Christian  soldier, 

Beneath  His  banner  true  : 
The  Lord  Himself,  thy  Leader, 

Shall  all  thy  foes  subdue. 
His  love  foretells  thy  trials, 

He  knows  thine  hourly  need; 
He  can,  with  bread  of  heaven, 

Thy  fainting  spirit  feed. 

2  Go  forward.  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not'the  secret  foe; 
Far  more  are  o'er  thee  watching 

Than  human  eyes  can  know. 
Trust  only  Christ,  thy  Captain, 

Cease  not  to  watch  and  pray ; 
Heed  not  the  trcach'rous  voices, 

That  lure  thy  soul  astray. 

3  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Nor  dream  of  peaceful  rest, 

Till  Satan's  host  is  vanquished, 

And  heaven  is  all  possest ; 


7,6. 


176 


WARFARE. 


Till  Christ  Himself  shall  call  thee 

To  lay  thine  armor  by, 
And  wear,  in  endless  glory, 

The  crown  of  victory. 

4  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  gathering  night;    » 
The  Lord  has  been  thy  shelter, 

The  Lord  will  be  thy  light; 
When  morn  His  face  revealeth, 

Thy  dangers  all  are  past ; 
O  pray  that  faith  and  virtue 

May  keep  thee  to  the  last. 

Rev.   Laurence  Tuttiett.    (1825 — )    1854. 


645 


"  Faint  not.  Christian."  7" 

i    FAINT  not,  Christian,  though  the  road, 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous  too  ; 
Christ  thy  Guide  will  bring  thee  through 

2  Faint  not  Christian,  though  in  rage 
Satan  would  thy  soul  engage  ; 
Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 

3  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  world 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled; 

Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  within 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all, 

He'll  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 

5  Faint  not,  Christian,  Jesus  near 
Soon  in  glory  will  appear ; 
And  His  love  will  then  bestow 
Power  to  conquer  every  foe. 

6  Faint  not,  Christian,  look  on  high; 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky : 
Patient,  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 

Rev.  James  Harrington  Evans.    (1785 — 1840.)  1833. 


646 


The  Conflict  soon  over. 

i   Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  wc  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end : 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go; 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 


Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home  !" 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part : 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home  !" 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home!" 

Rev.  Joseph  Swain.   (1761 — 1796.)    1792. 
047  Welcome  Cross.  7- 

1  'T  IS  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall  ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer; 
Trials  bring  me  to  His  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

William  Cowper.    (1731 — 1800.)  1779.  ab. 


Pressing  on. 
Phil.  iii.  12 — 14. 


C.  M. 


648 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey: 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 

'T  is  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  : — 


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177 


4.  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 
Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I  '11  lay  my  honors  down. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755. 
O49  The  Martyr -Spirit.  CM. 

i  The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar: 
Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 

2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  in  His  train. 

3  The  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 
And  called  on  Him  to  save : 

4  Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong: 
Who  follows  in  his  train? 


5  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew, 
And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame ; 

6  They  climbed  the  steep  ascent  of  heaven 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain: 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train. 

Bp   Reginald  Heber.    (17S3— 1826.)    1827.  ab. 


650 


The  hard  IV ay. 

Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  still, 

Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Z ion's  hill. 

See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  Forerunner,  waits 

To  welcome  travellers  home. 


C.  M. 


3  There,  on  a  green  ana  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And,  with  transporting  joys,  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

4  Eternal  glories  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  us  safely  through, 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)    1709.  ab. 

05  I  The  Christian  Warfare.  L.  M. 

i    Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears- 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus  our  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1709.  ab.  and  alt. 


"  TJic  good  Fig! it." 
1  Tim.  vi.  12. 


052  1  Tim.  vi.  12.  L.  M. 

1  Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might, 
Christ  is  thy  strength,  and  Christ  thy  right ; 
Lay  hold  on  life,  and  it  shall  be 

Thy  joy  and  crown  eternally. 

2  Run  the  straight  race  through  God's  good 
Lift  up  thine  eyes,and  seekHis  face;  [grace, 
Life  with  its'  way  before  us  lies, 

Christ  is  the  path,  and  Christ  the  prize. 

3  Cast  care  aside,  upon  thy  Guide 
Lean,  and  His  mercy  will  provide ; 
Lean,  and  the  trusting  soul  shall  prove 
Christ  is  its  life,  and  Christ  its  love. 

4  Faint  not  nor  fear,  His  arms  are  near, 
He  changeth  not,  and  thou  art  dear: 
Only  believe,  and  thou  shaft  see 
That  Christ  is  All  in  all  to  thee. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell.   (1S11 — )  1863. 


I78 


WARFARE    AND    RACE. 


^53  The  Call  to  Vigilance.  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes  : 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host: 
\wake,  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  Come,  then,  my  soul,  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield; 
Put  on  the  armor  from  above 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

5  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

The  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell ; 
The  Man  of  Calvary  triumphed  here: 
Why  should  His  faithful  followers  fear? 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld.   (1743 — 1825)    1773.  ab. 


4  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  Thine  abode; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    17c 


656 


654 


"  Uphold  me.  Lord"  L.  M. 

Ps.  ix. 

i   UPHOLD  me,  Lord,  too  prone  to  stray, 
Uphold  me  in  Thy  narrow  way ; 
From  sin  and  folly  bid  me  flee, 
And  turn  from  all  who  turn  from  Thee. 

2  The  cloud  and  pillar  of  Thy  word, 
Be  this  my  guide,  my  comfort,  Lord, 
By  day,  by  night,  at  hand  to  bless, 
And  lead  me  through  the  wilderness. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.   (1793 — 1847  )   1834.   ab. 


The  Christian  Race. 
Is.  xl.  2S-31 


L.  M. 


655 

i  Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears, 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  't  is  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint : 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 


Walking  by  Faith.  L.  .... 

1  'T  IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 

Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abr'am,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.    1 709. 


Our  City  yet  to  come. 
Heb.  xiii,  14 


L.  M. 


657 

1  "  We  've  no  abiding  city  here  :" 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home ; 
But  let  the  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

2  "  We  've  no  abiding  city  here," 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 
Zion  its  name,  the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

3  Zion  !  Jehovah  is  her  strength  ! 

Secure  she  smiles  at  all  her  foes ; 
And  weary  travellers  at  length 
Within  her  sacred  walls  repose. 

4  O  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest: 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
I  'd  ily  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 


PILGRIMAGE 


179 


5  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine ! 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best: 
While  here,  to  do  His  will  be  mine, 
And  His  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.   (1769— 1855.)   1817,  1853.  ab. 


658 


Seeking  a  Country.  6,6,8,6,4,7, 

Heb.  xi.  14. 

i   From  Egypt  lately  come, 

Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  our  new,  our  better  home, 
Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain. 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

2  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 

We  haste  with  songs  of  joy, 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 
And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

3  Our  toils  and  conflicts  cease 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
We  there  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 
And  never  hunger  more. 
Hallelujah ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

4  There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptured  myriads  sing ; 
There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 
For  God  Himself  is  King. 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

5  We  soon  shall  join  the  throng, 

Their  pleasures  we  shall  share; 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 
With  all  the  ransomed  there. 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

6  How  sweet  the  prospect  is  ! 

It  cheers  the  pilgrim's  breast ; 
We  're  journeying  thro'  the  wilderness, 
But  soon  shall  gain  our  rest. 
Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.  1812,  1853.  ab. 
^59  Pressing  on.  6,6,8,6,4,7. 

i  This  is  the  day  of  toil 

Beneath  earth's  sultry  noon ; 


This  is  the  day  of  service  true, 
But  the  rest  cometh  soon. 
Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

2  Serve  we  our  God  in  faith, 

No  work  for  Him  is  vain  ; 
Blessed  and  holy  is  the  toil, 
And  infinite  the  gain. 
Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

3  Spend  and  be  spent  would  we, 

While  lasteth  time's  brief  day; 
No  turning  back  in  coward  fear, 
No  lingering  by  the  way. 
Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

4  Onward  we  press  in  haste, 

Upward  our  journey  still; 
Ours  is  the  path  the  Master  trod, 
Through  good  report  and  ill. 
Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

5  We  have  forsaken  all, 

Jesus,  to  follow  Thee  ; 
We  counted  well  the  cost,  O  Lord, 
We  pay  it  cheerfully. 
Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

6  The  way  may  rougher  grow, 

The  weariness  increase ; 
We  gird  our  loins,  and  hasten  on  ; 
The  end,  the  end  is  peace. 
Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )  1866.   ab. 


:  He  leadeth  me. ' 


L.  M. 


660 

1  He  leadeth  me  :  O  blessed  thought, 

O  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 
Still  't  is  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. 
Cho.     He  leadeth  me,  He  leadeth  me, 
By  His  own  hand  He  leadeth  me 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  His  hand  He  leadeth  me 

2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  glooi 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloo 


i8o 


PILGRIMAGE. 


By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea, 
Still  't  is  His  hand  that  leadeth  me. 


Cho. 


3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  Thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine; 
Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me.   Cho. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  Thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

Cho.  Rev.  J.  H.  Gilmore.    1859. 


The  Lord  our  Sliepherd. 
Ps.  xxiii. 


L.  M. 


66l 

i   The  Lord  Himself  doth  condescend 
To  be  my  Shepherd  and  my  Friend ; 
I  on  His  faithfulness  rely, 
His  care  shall  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  In  pastures  green  He  doth  me  lead, 
And  there  in  safety  makes  me  feed; 
Refreshing  streams  are  ever  nigh, 
My  thirsty  soul  to  satisfy. 

3  When  strayed,  or  languid,  I  complain, 
His  grace  revives  my  soul  again; 

For  His  Name's  sake  in  ways  upright 
'    He  makes  me  walk  with  great  delight. 

4  Yea,  when  death's  gloomy  vale  I  tread, 
With  joy,  e'en  there,  I'll  lift  my  head  : 
From  fear  and  dread  He'll  keep  me  free  ; 
His  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort  me. 

5  Thou  spread'st  a  table,  Lord,  for  me, 
While  foes  with  spite  Thy  goodness  see ; 
Thou  dost  my  head  with  oil  anoint, 
And  a  full  cup  for  me  appoint. 

6  Goodness  and  mercy  shall  to  me, 
Through  all  my  life  extended  be; 
And  when  my  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
I'll  dwell  with  Thee  for  evermore. 

New  York  Dutch  Reformed  Collection  of  Psalms.   1 767. 
UO  Z  Prayer  for  Guidance.  8,  7,  4. 

I  Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 

I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven,  Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


1  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  stream  doth  flow; 

Let  the  fire  and  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  Deliverer,  strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 

Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises,  songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Peter  Williams.    (1719 — 1796.)  1771.  v.  1. 
Rev.  William  Williams.    (1717 — 1791)  '773-  ab. 

8.  7.  4- 


"  A  nd  He  led  them  ok  safely." 
Ps.  Lxxviii. 


663 

i  Saviour,  through  the  desert  lead  us, 
Without  Thee  we  cannot  go; 
Thou  from  cruel  chains  hast  freed  us, 
Thou  hast  laid  the  tyrant  low : 

Let  Thy  presence 
Cheer  us  all  our  journey  through. 

2  When  we  halt,  no  track  discovering, 

Fearful  lest  we  go  astray, 
O'er  our  path  the  pillar  hovering, 
Fire  by  night,  and  cloud  by  day, 

Shall  direct  us  : 
Thus  we  shall  not  miss  our  way. 

3  When  we  hunger,  Thou  wilt  feed  us, 

Manna  shall  our  camp  surround ; 
Faint  and  thirsty,  Thou  wilt  feed  us; 
Streams  shall  from  the  rock  abound: 

Happy  Israel, 
What  a  Saviour  thou  hast  found ! 

4  When  our  foes  in  arms  assemble, 

Ready  to  obstruct  our  way, 
Suddenly  their  hearts  shall  tremble, 
Thou  wilt  strike  them  with  dismay; 

And  Thy  people, 
Led  by  Thee,  shall  win  the  day. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)  1812.  ab. 

OO4  The  better  Country.  8,  7,  4. 

i   Shepherd  of  Thine  Israel,  lead  us, 
Pilgrim  through  this  desert  land; 
Thou  who  hast  from  bondage  freed  us, 
Guard  us  by  Thy  mighty  hand : 

Daily  feed  us, 
Till  we  reach  the  heavenly  strand. 


PILGRIMAGE. 


181 


2  As  Thou  didst  in  wondrous  manner 

Guide  Thy  chosen  flock  aright, 
Let  Thy  presence  be  our  banner, 
Cloud  by  day,  and  fire  by  night : 

Thy  protection 
Be  our  shield,  Thy  word  our  light. 

3  When  we  come  to  Death's  dark  river, 

Should  we  dread  the  swelling  tide, 
Death  of  death,  life's  Source  and  Giver, 
Bid  the  narrow  stream  divide : 

Joyful  praises 
We  will  sing  on  Canaan's  side. 

Josiah  Conder.    (1789 — 1855.)  1856. 
665  In  Sorrow.  8,  7. 

i  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  trials  yet  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 
2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear; 
And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  Thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  b'est. 

Thomas  Hastings.  (17S4 — 1872./  1830,  1850,  1859. 
000  The  elder  Brother.  8,7. 

i  Yes,  for  me,  for  me  He  careth 

With  a  brother's  tender  care; 
Yes,  with  me,  with  me  He  shareth 

Every  burden,  every  fear. 
Yes,  o'er  me,  o'er  me  He  watcheth, 

Ceaseless  watcheth,  night  and  day; 
Yes,  e'en  me,  e'en  me  He  snatcheth 

From  the  perils  of  the  way. 
2  Yes  for  me  He  standeth  pleading 

At  the  mercy-seat  above; 
Ever  for  me  interceding, 

Constant  in  untiring  love. 
Yes,  in  me  abroad  He  sheddeth 

Joys  unearthly,  love  and  light; 
And  to  cover  me  He  spreadeth 

His  paternal  wing  of  might. 


3  Yes,  in  me,  in  me  He  dwelleth ; 

I  in  Him,  and  He  in  me  ! 
And  my  empty  soul  He  filleth, 

Here  and  through  eternity. 
Thus  I  wait  for  His  returning, 

Singing  all  the  way  to  heaven; 
Such  the  joyful  song  of  morning, 
'  Such  the  tranquil  song  of  even. 

Rev.  Horati us  Lunar.    (1808—)   1857. 
'-''-'/  " Always  with  us."  8,7. 

1  Always  with  us,  always  with  us — 

Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love ; 
Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers, 

From  His  dwelling  place  above. 
With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness, 

Sowing  much,  and  reaping  none ; 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 

GoldeK  harvests  shall  be  won. 

2  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 

Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 
With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream ; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 

With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 

Rev.  Edwin  H.  Nevin.    (1814—)  1858. 

000  " Lead  Thou  me  on."  10,4,10. 

1  LEAD,  kindly  Light,  amid  the   encircling 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ;  [gloom, 

The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home; 

Lead  Thou  me  on ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;    I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  love  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead- Thou  me  on  ! 
I  love  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.      Remember  not  past 
years ! 

3  So  long  Thy  Power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angels  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
awhile  ! 

Rev.  John  Henry  Newman.    (1801 — )   1833. 


182 


PILGRIMAGE.     IN  THE   DEPTHS. 


669 


"  Jcsji,  geh  voran."  5>  **• 

i       Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless : 

Guide  us  by  Thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'eriake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 

For  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go. 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring; 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more. 

4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won ; 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

In  our  Fatherland. 

Nicolaus  Ludwig  Zinzendorf.    (1700 — 1760.)  1721. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick.    1853.  si.  alt. 

070  "  iVer  ist  wohl  wt'e  Du  ?"  5 1  S  • 

i       Jesus,  who  can  be 

Once  compared  with  Thee! 
Source  of  rest  and  consolation, 
Life  and  light,  and  full  salvation; 
Son  of  God,  with  Thee 
None  compared  can  be  ! 

2  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
From  all  misery 

And  distress  me  to  deliver, 
And  from  death  to  save  forever; 

I  am  by  Thy  blood 

Reconciled  to  God. 

3  Grant  me  steadiness, 
Lord,  to  run  my  race, 

Following  Thee  with  love  most  tender, 
So  that  Satan  may  not  hinder 

Me  by  craft  or  force; 

Futhcr  Thou  my  course. 


4  When  I  hence  depart, 

Strengthen  Thou  my  heart; 
Where  Thou  art,  O  Lord,  convey  me 
In  Thy  righteousness  array  me, 

That  at  Thy  right  hand 

Joyful  I  may  stand. 
Rev.  Johann  Anastasius  Freylinghausen.  (1670 — .1739-)  1713. 
Tr.  by  Bp.  John  Gambold.  (1710 — 1771.)  1754.  ab.  and  alt. 


67I 


"Lay  Hold  on  eternal  Life.      10,  II,  12. 
1  Tim.  vi.  12. 

i  Breast  the  wave,   Christian,  when  it  is 

strongest; 
Watch  for  day,    Christian,   when    night   is 

longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor; 
The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  forever. 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian,  Jesus  is  o'er  thee ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian,  heaven  is  before  thee ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never; 

O  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  forever. 

3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth  ; 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall  sever ; 
Soon  shall  thou  mount  upward  to  praise  Him 

forever. 

Joseph  Stammers.    (1801 — )  1830.  alt. 
672  "All  is  veil."  8,4. 

i   Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 
All  will  be  well: 
Free  and  changless  is  His  favor : 

All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us, 
.    Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us; 

Strong  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us; 
All  must  be  well. 

2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation 

All  will  be  well: 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation 

All,  all  is  well. 
Happy,  still  in  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding, 

All  must  be  well. 

3  We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow; 

All  will  be  well; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 
All.  all  is  well. 


IN  THE  DEPTHS. 


*«3 


On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living,  or  in  dying, 
All  must  be  well. 

Mrs.  Mary  Bowly  Peters.    (— 1S56.)  1847. 


673 


Z<xf>epas  Tpucvfxia;.  6,  4-  D 

i  Fierce  was  the  wild  billow, 

Dark  was  the  night, 
Oars  labored  heavily, 

Foam  glimmered  white, 
Trembled  the  mariners, 

Peril  was  high  ; 
Then  said  the  God  of  God, 

"Peace?    It  is  I!" 

2  Ridge  of  the  mountain-wave 

Lower  thy  crest ! 
Wail  of  Euroclydon, 

Be  thou  at  rest ! 
Sorrow  can  never  be, 

Darkness  must  fly, 
Where  saith  the  Light  of  Light, 

"Peace!     It  is  I!" 

3  Jesus,  Deliverer, 

Come  Thou  to  me  : 
Soothe  Thou  my  voyaging 

Over  life's  sea; 
Thou,  when  the  storm  of  death 

Roars,  sweeping  by, 
Whisper,  Thou  Truth  of  Truth, 

"Peace!  It  is  I  !" 

Anatolius  of  Constantinople.    ( — 458.) 
.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818— 1866.)  1862.  alt. 


674 


Cling  to  Him. 

i  Cling  to  the  Mighty  One, 

Cling  in  thy  grief; 
Cling  to  the  Holy  One, 

He  gives  relief; 
Cling  to  the  Gracious  One, 

Cling  in  thy  pain  ; 
Cling  to  the  Faithful  One, 

He  will  sustain. 

2  Cling  to  the  Living  One, 
Cling  in  Thy  woe; 
Cling  to  the  Loving  One, 

Through  all  below; 


6,  4.  d. 


Cling'  to  the  Pardoning  One, 

He  speaketh  peace ; 
Cling  to  the  Healing  One, 

Anguish  shall  cease. 

3  Cling  to  the  Pierced  One, 

Cling  to  His  side; 
Cling  to  the  Risen  One, 

In  Him  abide; 
Clirtg  to  the  Coming  One, 

Hope  shall  arise ; 
Cling  to  the  Reigning  One, 

Joy  lights  thine  eyes. 

Henry  Bennett.    (1813 — 1S68.)  1852. 
'-'/J  "  Hear  our  solemn  Litany."  7-  ". 

1  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee; 
When  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes; 
O,  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years; 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness; 

By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power; 
Turn,  O  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept; 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode; 

By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  Thy  fold; 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

4  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair; 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany! 


i^4 


IN  THE  DEPTHS.   CRYING  FROM  THE  DEPTHS, 


5  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God; 
O,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

Sir  Robert  Grant.   (1785—1838.)  1815.    si.. alt. 


676 


7.  D. 


"  yes  us,  Lover  0/  my  Soul." 

1  JESUS,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo,  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall ! 

Lo,  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care. 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1740. 


677 


7.  D. 


"All  I  want.' 

1  THOU,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

2  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 


Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art ; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 

Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1740. 


Declension  deplored. 
Job.  xxix.  2. 


7.  61. 


678 

1  Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixed  no  more  to  move; 
Then  Thy  grace  was  all  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love : 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew, 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour ; 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, 
Sin  has  changed  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul ; 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive  ; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole  ; 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive  ; 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  Thee. 

Rev.  John  Newton.   (1725 — 1807.)   1779-   ab.  and  alt. 


679 


IVas  von  ausscn  und  von  itinen."  7* 

1  Lord,  thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength, 

And  my  home  is  in  Thine  arms; 
Thou  wilt  send  me  help  at  length, 

And  I  feel  no  wild  alarms. 
Sin  nor  death  can  pierce  the  shield 

Thy  defence  has  o'er  me  thrown ; 
Up  to  Thee  myself  I  yield, 

And  my  sorrows  are  Thine  own. 

2  When  my  trials  tarry  long, 

Unto  Thee  I  look  and  wait, 
Knowing  none,  though  keen  and  strong, 

Can  my  trust  in  Thee  abate. 
And  this  faith  I  long  have  nursed 

Comes  alone,  O  God,  from  Thee; 
Thou  my  heart  didst  open  first, 

Thou  didst  set  this  hope  in  me. 


CRYING    FROM    THE    DEPTHS.       ASPIRATIONS. 


I85 


3  Let  Thy  mercy's  wings  be  spread 

O'er  me,  keep  me  close  to  Thee; 
In  the  peace  Thy  love  doth  shed, 

Let  me  dwell  eternally. 
Be  my  all;   in  all  I  do, 

Let  me  only  seek  Thy  will. 
Where  the  heart  to  Thee  is  true, 

All  is  peaceful,  calm  and  still. 

Rev.  August  Hermann  Franke.    (1663 — 1727.)  1711. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.    (1829 — )   1855.  ab. 

080  Daify  Strength.  7- 

1  "As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be  !" 
This  should  be  enough  for  thee ; 

He  who  knows  thy  frame  will  spare 
Burdens  more  than  thou  canst  bear. 

2  When  thy  days  are  veiled  in  night, 
Christ  shall  give  thee  heavenly  light ; 
Seem  they  wearisome  and  long, 

Yet  in  Him  thou  shalt  be  strong. 

3  Cold  and  wintry  though  they  prove, 
Thine  the  sunshine  of  His  love; 

Or  with  fervid  heat  opprest, 
In  His  shadow  thou  shalt  rest. 

4  When  thy  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Christ  shall  call  thee  home  at  last, 
His  redeeming  love  to  praise, 

Who  hath  strengthened  all  thy  days. 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal.   1872. 


The  forgiven  Debt. 
Matt,  xviii.  32. 


7.  bl. 


68l 

i  When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  I  owe. 

2  When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own ; 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  Thee  with  unsinning  heart ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  I  owe. 

3  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Not  till  then,  how  much  I  owe. 

Rev.  Robert  Murray  McCheyne.  (1813—1843.)  1837.  ab. 


682 


Debtor  to  all  Men. 
Rom   i    14. 


7.  61. 


i  Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified, 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

2  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud ; 
But,  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light : 
Blessed  Jesus,  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

3  When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 
Oft  by  sin  I  'm  captive  led ; 
Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise, 
Jesus  comes,  the  tempter  flies: 
Blessed  Saviour,  bid  me  show 
Weary  sinners  all  I  owe. 

4  Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign, 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain; 
But  a  night  Thine  anger  burns, 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns: 
God  of  comforts,  bid  me  show 
To  Thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 

Rev.  Robert  Murray  McCheyne.   1837.  ab.  and  sL  alt. 


683 


"Haste  to  help  me." 
Ps.  lxx. 


1  Hasten,  Lord,  to  my  release, 

Haste  to  help  me,  O  my  God  ! 
Foes,  like  armed  bands,  increase  ; 
Turn  them  back  the  way  they  trod. 

2  Dark  temptations  round  me  press, 

Evil  thoughts  my  soul  assail ; 
Doubts  and  fears,  in  my  distress, 
Rise  till  flesh  and  spirit  fail. 

3  Those  that  seek  Thee  shall  rejoice ; 

I  am  bowed  with  misery ; 
Yet  I  make  Thy  law  my  choice  ; 
Turn,  my  God,  and  look  on  me. 

4  Thou  mine  only  Helper  art, 

My  Redeemer  from  the  grave ; 
Strength  of  my  desiring  heart, 
Do  not  tarry,  haste  to  save. 

James  Montgomery.  (1771 — 1854.)    1822. 


i86 


RENEWED    CONSECRATION, 


684 


"A  closer  Walk." 
Gen.  v   24.      1  John  i 


C.  M. 


i   0  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed, 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

YVhate'er  that  idol  be; 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

William  Cowper.    (1731 — 1800  )  1779. 


685 


'Let  us  return." 
Hos.  vi.  1-4. 


C.  M. 


1  COME,  let  us  to  the  Lord  our  God 

With  contrite  hearts  return  ; 
Our  God  is  gracious,  nor  will  leave 
The  desolate  to  mourn. 

2  His  voice  commands  the  tempest  forth, 

And  stills  the  stormy  wave  ; 
And  though  His  arm  be  strong  to  smite, 
'Tis  also  strong  to  save. 

3  Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned ; 

The  dawn  shall  bring  us  light : 
God  shall  appear,  and  we  shall  rise 
With  gladness  in  His  sight. 

4.  Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  Him  and  rejoice  ; 

His  coming  like  the  morn  shall  be, 

Like  mornins:  songs  His  voice. 


5  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 
Diffusing  fragrance  round ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 
And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground : 

5  So  shall  His  presence  bless  our  souls, 
And  shed  a  joyful  light ; 
That  hallowed  morn  shall  chase  away 
The  sorrows  of  the  night. 

Rev.  John  Morrison.   (1749 — 179S.)    1781. 
A.QA.        "  O  t/iat  I  were  as  fit  /I  font  As  past .'"      C.  M. 

000  Job  Xxix.  2. 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer   my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  His  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  His  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour,  help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  Thy  care ; 
I  know  Thy  mercy  cannot  fail : 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)   1779.   ab.  and  alt. 


Panting  for  God. 
Ps.  xlii. 


C.  M. 


687 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  pants  my  soul,  O  Lord,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  Thee,  the  Lord,  the  living  Lord, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine : 
O  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 

When  Thou,  O  Lord,  wert  nigh  ; 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  so  blest  as  I. 


RENEWED    CONSECRATION.      HOPE    IN    GOD. 


187 


4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 
Trust  God,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
His  praise  again,  and  rind  Him  still 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696    alt 
Rev    Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1S47.)   1834. 

"OO  Lamenting  Inconstancy.  CM. 

1  Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  Thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  Delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  Thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  Thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  Thee? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  Thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes.  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  passed, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  Thy  cross, 
Rather  than  lose  Thy  sight. 

6  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts    (1674 — 1748.)    1709    ab. 


689 


Longing  /or  Christ.  CM. 

1  O  COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God ; 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  live  upon  Thy  Word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  Thee  to  live, 
x     Anew  from  day  to  day, 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  I  '11  be  wholly  Thine ; 

And  never,  never  more  depart, 

For  Thou  art  wholly  mine. 


4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodness  I  '11  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  Thee  more. 

Benjamin  Cleveland.    1790.   ab. 

£if\r\  Pardoning  Lcne  C.  M. 

U7U  Jer-  ">■  =2      Hus.  xiv   4. 

1  How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  !" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  Thou,  wilt  Thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live, 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
O  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717— 1778  )    1760   ab. 


69I 


Weak  Believers  encouraged.  S.  M, 

1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  througf 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 


1 83 


HOPE    IN    GOD.      DELIVERANCE    SOUGHT    AND    GAINED. 


6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ; 
Who  wait  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

Augustus  Montague  Toplady.  (1740 — 1778  )  1772.  ab. 


692 


The  A  nclior  0/  Hope. 
Heb.  vi.  19. 


S.  M. 


i  Fastened  within  the  vail, 

Hope  be  your  anchor  strong  ; 

His  loving  Spirit  the  sweet  gale 

That  wafts  you  smooth  along. 

2  Or,  should  the  surges  rise, 
And  peace  delay  to  come, 
Blest  is  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
That  drives  us  nearer  home. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.   1772.  ab. 


693 


S.  M. 


Waiting  upon  Christ. 

1  THE  people  of  His  choice 

Christ  will  not  cast  away  ; 

Yet  do  not  always  here  expect 

On  Tabor's  mount  to  stay. 

2  No  wonder,  when  His  love 

Pervades  your  kindling  breast, 
You  wish  forever  to  retain 

The  heart-transporting  Guest. 

3  Yet  learn,  in  every  state, 

To  make  His  will  your  own  ; 
And,  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  walk  by  faith  alone. 

4  Still  on  His  plighted  love 

At  all  events  rely  ; 
The  very  hidings  of  His  face 
Shall  train  thee  up  to  joy. 

5  Wait,  till  the  shadows  flee  ; 

Wait  thy  appointed  hour; 
Wait,  till  the  Bridegroom  of  thy  soul 
Reveal  His  love  with  power. 

6  The  time  of  love  will  come, 

When  thou  shalt  clearly  see, 
Not  only  that  He  shed  His  blood, 
But  that  it  flowed  for  thee. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.    1772.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 


Through  the  Sea. 
Ps.  cvii.  24. 


694 

I  We  're  bound  for  yonder  land, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  supreme; 


S.  M. 


We  leave  the  shore  at  His  command, 
Forsaking  all  for  Him. 

2  The  perils  of  the  sea, 

The  rocks,  the  waves,  the  wind, 
Are  small,  whatever  they  may  be, 
To  those  we  leave  behind. 

3  Nor  have  we  cause  to  fear; 

The  God  who  rules  the  sea 
In  every  danger  will  be  near, 
And  our  protector  be. 

4  The  Lord  Himself  will  keep 

His  people  safe  from  harm  ; 
Will  hold  the  helm,  and  guide  the  ship, 
With  His  Almighty  arm. 

5  Then  let  the  tempests  roar, 

The  billows  heave  and  swell ; 
We  trust  to  reach  the  peaceful  shore, 
Where  all  the  ransomed  dwell. 

6  And  when  we  gain  the  land, 

How  happy  shall  we  be ! 
How  shall  we  bless  the  mighty  Hand 
That  led  us  through  the  sea  ! 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (17C9  — 1S55  I    1809.  ab. 


695 


"  Out  of  the  Depths. 
Ps  exxx. 


S.  M. 


1  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe, 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry ; 
Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know 
That  Thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  I  cast  my  hope  on  Thee ; 

Thou  canst,  Thou  wilt  forgive ; 
Wert  Thou  to  mark  iniquity, 
Who  in  Thy  sight  could  live? 

3  Humbly  I  wait  on  Thee, 

Confessing  all  my  sin  ; 
Lord,  1  am  knocking  at  Thy  gate; 
Open,  and  take  me  in. 

4  Glory  to  God  above  ! 

The  waters  soon  will  cease  ; 
For  lo,  the  swift-returning  Dove 
Brings  home  the  sign  of  peace. 

5  Though  storms  His  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, 
His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 

James  Montgomery     (1771—1854.)    1S22.  ab. 


DELIVERANCE    SOUGHT    AND    GAINED.      CONFIDENCE    IN    CHRIST.  189 


696 


Prayer  for  perfect  Peace.  S.  M. 

i  Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  fallen  creature's  cry, 
And  show  Thyself  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  set  me  up  on  high. 

2  From  hell's  oppressive  power, 

From  earth  and  sin  release, 
And  to  Thy  Father's  grace  restore, 
And  to  Thy  perfect  peace. 

3  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 

I  make  my  only  plea ; 
My  present  and  eternal  peace 
Are  both  derived  from  Thee. 

4  O  then,  impute,  impart, 

To  me  Thy  righteousness ; 
And  let  me  taste  how  good  Thou  art, 
How  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  That  Thou  canst  here  forgive, 

Grant  me  to  testify ; 
And  justified  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faith  to  die. 

Rev   Charles  Wesley     (1708- 17S8)    1747.3b. 


\f\rsQ.  "  Ye  shall  live  also"  L.  M. 

yy°  john.xiv.19. 

1  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eyes ; 

To  Thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  Thou  not  mine,  my  Living  Lord? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die? 
Fixed  on  Thine  everlasting  word, 

That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  ? 

3  If  my  Immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell; 

Immovable  the  promise  stands ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose; 

If  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717—1778)    1760 


697 


S.  M. 


Daily  Trust 

1  JESUS,  one  word  from  Thee 

Fills  my  sad  soul  with  peace. 
My  griefs  are  like  a  tossing  sea; 
They  hear  Thy  voice  and  cease. 

2  Soon  as  Thy  pitying  face 

Shone  through  my  stormy  fears, 
The  storm  swept  by,  nor  left  a  trace, 
Save  the  sweet  dew  of  tears. 

3  And  when  Thou  call'st  me,  Lord, 

Where  thickest  dangers  be, 

Even  the  waves  a  path  afford ; 

I  walk  the  waves  with  Thee. 

4  With  Thee  within  my  bark 

I  '11  dare  death's  threatening  tide  ; 
Nor  count  the  passage  strange  or  dark 
With  Jesus  by  my  side. 

5  Dear  Lord,  Thy  faithful  grace 

I  know  and  I  adore  : 
What  shall  it  be  to  see  Thy  face 
In  heaven,  forevermore  ! 

Rev   Hervey  Dcddridge  Ganse     (1S22— )  1872. 
13 


699 


Restoring  and  preserving  Giace 
Ps   exxxviii. 


L    M. 


1  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

2  The  God  of  heaven  maintains  His  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  scorns  the  great ; 
But  from  His  throne  descends  to  see 
The  sons  of  humble  poverty. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  Thy  hand; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

Rev   Isaac  Watts.    (1674  — 1748  )    1719.  ab. 
700  Gift  of  Cod.  L.  M. 

i  JESUS,  my  Lord,  my  chief  Delight, 
For  Thee  I  long,  for  Thee  I  pray, 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 


:  go 


ASSURANCE    OF    FAITH, 


2  When  shall  I  sec  Thy  smiling  face, 

That  face  which  often  I  have  seen? 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Scatter  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God 

To  sinners  weary  and  distrest ; 
The  first  of  all  His  gifts  bestowed, 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

4  Could  I  but  say  this  gift  is  mine, 

The  world  should  lie  beneath  my  feet ; 
Though  poor,  no  more  would  I  repine, 
Or  look  with  envy  on  the  great. 

5  The  precious  jewel  I  would  keep, 

And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart, 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
It  never  should  from  thence  depart. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717— 1795.)    1818. 


The  Triumph  of  Faith 
Rom.  viii.  33. 


L.  M. 


701 

i   Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
'  Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead; 
And  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead! 

3  He  lives  !  He  lives  !  and  sits  above, 

Forever  interceding  there : 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love, 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness? 
He  that  hath  loved  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below. 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,our  Love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Waits.    (1674  -174S)    1709.  ab. 
/02  Christ  all-sufficient.  L.  M. 

I  FOUNTAIN  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free, 
What  need  I,  that  is  not  in  Thee? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 


2  Doth  sickness  fill  my  heart  with  fear? 
'T  is  sweet  to  know  that  Thou  art  near; 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried  ? 

'T  is  sweet  to  know  that  Christ  hath  died. 

3  In  life,  Thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid ; 

In  death,  peace  gently  veils  the  eyes; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

4.  O  all-sufficient  Saviour,  be 
This  all-sufficiency  to  me  ; 
Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death  can  harm 
The  weakest  shielded  by  Thine  arm. 

James  Edmeston.    (1791 — 1S67.)   1844. 
703  Thirsting  for  God.  L.  M. 

1  I  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  Thy  dear  cross 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  Thee, 

That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  Thy  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  His  care, 
Or  yields  Him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 

William  Cowpcr.    (1731  —  1800.)    1779.    ab. 
/"t-      " Seelfnbriiutigam  O  du  GottesLaium.'"L..  M. 

i   O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Thee ; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;   let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  Thou  my  light,  be  Thou  my  way; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near- 


ASSURANCE    OF    FAITH. 


IQI 


4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  Thee ; 
O  let  Thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.   (1697 — 1769.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703—1791.)    1738.   ab. 

f-jr\£     "  Geht  kin,  ihr  gldubigen  Gedanken."      L.  M. 
/"O  1  John  lii.  2. 

1  ERE  earth's  foundations  yet  were  laid, 

Or  heaven's  fair  roof  was  spread  abroad ; 
Ere  man  a  living  soul  was  made, 

Love  stirred  within  the  heart  of  God. 

2  Thy  loving  counsel  gave  to  me 

True  life  in  Christ,  Thy  only  Son, 
Whom  Thou  hast  made  my  way  to  Thee, 
From  whom  all  grace  flows  ever  down. 

3  O  Love,  that  long  ere  time  began, 

That  precious  name  of  child  bestowed; 
That  opened  Heaven  on  earth  to  man, 
And  called  us  sinners  "sons  of  God  !" 

4  I  am  not  worthy,  Lord,  that  Thou 

Shouldst  such  compassion  on  me  show; 
That  He  who  made  the  world  should  bow 
To  cheer  with  love  a  wretch  so  low. 

5  Could  I  but  honor  Thee  aright, 

Noble  and  sweet  my  song  should  be; 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  learn  Thy 
might, 
And  what  my  God  hath  done  for  me. 

Rev.  Johann  Gottfried  Hermann.   (1707 — 1791.)  1742. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.  (1829 — )  1855.  ab.  and  alt 


706 


Looking  upwards  in  a.  Storm.  L.  M. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call, 
Afflicted,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall ; 

When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where,  but  with  Thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  Thee, 
And  Thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  Thy  face  in  vain? 


4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  Thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer; 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

5  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

William  Cowpcr.    1779.   ab. 

707  "  Come  to  Me)"  L.  M. 

1  WITH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around; 

Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet  'midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,    "  Come  to  Me  !" 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest, 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee: 
O,  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to  Me  !" 

3  When  the  poor  heart  with  anguish  learns 

That  earthly  props  resigned  must  be, 
And  from  each  broken  cistern  turns, 
It  hears  the  accents,  "Come  to  Ale!" 

4  When  against  sin  I  strive  in  vain, 

And  cannot  from  its  yoke  get  free, 
Sinking  beneath  the  heavy  chain, 

The  words  arrest  me,  "  Come  to  Me  !" 

5  When  nature  shudders,  loath  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  "  Come  to  Me  !" 

6  "Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die; 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee; 

Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye  ; 
I  am  thy  portion  ;   Come  to  Me  !" 

7  O  voice  of  mercy,  voice  of  love, 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above, 
And  gently  whisper,  "Come  to  Me!" 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott    (1789— 1871.)  1841. 


708 


v'Tis  I ;  be  not  n/ra id. ' 
Matt.  xiv.  27. 


L.  M. 

I   TOSSED  with  rough  winds,  and  faint  with 
Above  the  tempest,  soft  and  clear,     [fear, 
What  still  small  accents  greet  mine  ear? 
'T  is  I,  't  is  I ;  be  not  afraid. 


102 


ASSURANCE    OF    FAITH. 


2  'T  is  I  who  washed  thy  spirit  white ; 
'Tis  I  who  gave  thy  blind  eyes  sight; 
!Tis  I  thy  Lord,  thy  Life,  thy  Light: 

'T  is  I,  't  is  I ;  be  not  afraid. 

3  These  raging  winds,  this  surging  sea, 
Have  spent  their  deadly  force  on  Me  ; 
They  bear  no  breath  of  wmth  to  thec: 

'Tis  I,  't  is  I ;   be  not  afraid. 

4  This  bitter  cup,  I  drank  it  first ; 
To  thee  it  is  no  draught  accurst; 

The  hand  that  gives  it  thee  is  pierced : 
'Tis  I,  'tis  I;  be  not  afraid. 

5  Mine  eyes  arc  watching  by  thy  bed, 
Mine  arms  are  underneath  thy  head, 
My  blessing  is  around  thee  shed : 

'Tis  I,  'tis  I:  be  not  afraid. 

6  When  on  the  other  side  thy  feet 

Shall  rest,  'mid  thousand  welcomes  sweet, 
One  well-known  voice  thy  heart  shall  greet: 
'Tis  I,  'tis  I ;  be  not  afraid. 

Mrs   Elizabeth  Charles    1862,  1870    ab  and  si.  alt. 


709 


"  Exceeding  great  and  precious  Promises  "  \\ 
2  Pet   1.  4. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,   ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He  hath 

said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dis- 

mayed, 

For  I  am  thy  God, and  will  still  give  thee  aid: 
P 11  strengthen  thec,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  My  rightcous,omnipotent  hand. 

3  "When    through  the  deep  waters  I   call 

thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thec  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trouble  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee :  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 


5  ' '  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  My  people  shall 

prove, 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be 

borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 

repose 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 

George  Keith.    1787.  ab. 


"  /  will  fear  no  Evil.' 
Ps.  xxiii.  4. 


710 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  no  want  shall  I 

know ; 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems  when 
opprest. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since  Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I  fear; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  mc,Thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
Noharm  can  befall, withmyComforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread; 
With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er ; 

With  perfume  and  oil  Thou   anointest  my 
head ; 
0  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  providence  more? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee  above ; 

I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy 
kingdom  of  love. 

James  Montgomery.   (1771 — 1S54.)  1822. 
y  1  1  «<  The  Lord  our  Righteousness." 

I  I  ONCE  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God, 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load; 
Though  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ 

on  the  tree, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  seemed  nothing  to  me. 


JOYFUL    TRUST, 


193 


2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light  from 

on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me,  I  trembled  to  die; 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see; 
Jehovah,  Thou  only  my  Saviour  must  be. 

3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  His  sweet 

name  ; 
My  guilty   fears  banished,  with  boldness  I 

came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain,  so  copious  and  free : 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to  me. 

4  Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and  boast; 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  I  ne'er  can  be  lost; 
In  Thee  I  shall  conquer,  by  flood  and  by  field, 
Jehovah  my  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield  ! 

5  E'en  treading  the  valley,  the  shadowof  death, 
This    watchword    shall    rally    my   faltering 

breath ; 
For  while  from  life's  fever  my  God  sets  me  free, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  my  death-song  shall  be 

Rev.  Robert  Murray  McCheyne.   (1S13  — 1843.)  1834.    ab 

and  ale 

1  *  Joy  and  Peace.  ' 

i  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  His  wings: 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow. 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing 

But  He  will  bear  us  through; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing 

Will  clothe  His  people  too; 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  His  children  bread. 


4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For,  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

William  Co.vpcr.   (1731  —  1G00.)   1779. 
/  ■*■  O  The  Pilgrims  cf  Jesus. 

1  O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

If  onward  ye  will  tread, 
With  Jesus  as  your  Fellow, 

To  Jesus  as  your  Head. 
O  happy,  if  ye  labor 

As  Jesus  did  for  men  : 
O  happy,  if  ye  hunger 

As  Jesus  hungered  then. 

2  The  cross  that  Jesus  carried 

He  carried  as  your  due  : 
The  crown  that  Jesus  weareth 

He  weareth  it  for  you. 
The  faith  by  which  ye  see  Him, 

The  hope  in  which  ye  yearn, 
The  love  that  through  all  trouble 

To  Him  alone  will  turn: 

3  What  arc  they  but  forerunners 

To  lead  you  to  His  sight? 
What  are  they  save  the  effluence 

Of  uncreated  Light? 
The  trials  that  beset  you, 

The  sonows  ye  endure, 
The  manifold  temptations 

That  death  alone  can  cure : 

4  What  arc  they,  but  His  jewels 

Of  right  celestial  worth  ? 
What  are  .they  but  the  ladder, 

Set  up  to  heaven  en  earth? 
O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

Look  upward  to  the  skies; 
Where  such  a  light  affliction 

Shall  win  you  such  a  prize. 

Joseph  of  the  Stuclium.   0—883  ) 
Rev  John  Mason  Nealc.  (1S1S— iSto.)  1S62.    si.  alt. 

7T  .  u  Skew  forth  His  Salvation."        7.  6.  D. 

1  4  Ps.   XCVl.   1. 

1  To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 
My  heart  exulting  sings, 


194 


REJOICING    IN    GOD.       LONGING    FOR    HOME. 


Rejoicing  in  Thy  favor, 
Almighty,  King  of  kings: 

I  '11  celebrate  Thy  glory, 
With  all  thy  saints  above, 

And  tell  the  joyful  story, 
Of  Thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Well  pleased,  Thou  shalt  hear : 
O  grant  me  Thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  Thee  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode  ; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  Thee ; 

Now  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
And  day  and  night  adore  Thee: 

What  can  an  angel  more  ? 

Rev.  Thomas  Hawcis.    (1732—  1820)    1792. 
7^5  '  O  when  shall  1  see  Jesns  ?"         7.  6.  D. 

I   O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  Him  above; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

1  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He 's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er; 
And  since  He  has  proved  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  He'll  give, 
And  all  His  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
I  bid  you  all  adieu ; 


Then,  0  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 

Rev.  John  Leland.    (1754 — 1741.)  1799.   al>. 


716 


Rejoicing  in  God  our  Saviour. 
Luke  1.  47. 


7,  6.  d. 


1  To  Thee,  O  dear,  dear  Saviour, 

My  spirit  turns  for  rest, 
My  peace  is  in  Thy  favor, 

My  pillow  on  Thy  breast. 
Though  all  the  world  deceive  me, 

I  know  that  I  am  Thine ; 
And  Thou  wilt  never  leave  me, 

O  blessed  Saviour  mine. 

2  O  Thou,  whose  mercy  found  me, 

From  bondage  set  me  free; 
And  then  for  ever  bound  me 
With  threefold  cords  to  Thee; 

0  for  a  heart  to  love  Thee 
More  truly  as  I  ought, 

And  nothing  place  above  Thee 
In  deed,  or  word,  or  thought. 

Rev  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell.   (1S11— )   1S63    ab. 
7*7  '  In  Glory,  at  Home  "  II. 

1  'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 

plaints, 
How  sweet  to  the  soul  is  communion  with 

saints; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's 

room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
Prepare  me,   dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 

peace  ! 

And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  can- 
not cease  ! 

Though  oft  from  Thy  presence  in  sadness 

1  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  Thee  in  glory,  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which   hinders  my  joy  and  communion 

with  Thee ; 
Though  now  my  temptation  like  billows 

may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  Thee 

at  home. 


REJOICING    IN    HOPE.       CONSCIOUS    UNION    WITH    CHRIST. 


195 


4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  give  me  submission,  and  strength  as  my 

clay ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  Thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er   Thou   denicst,  0  give  me  Thy 

grace, 
The   Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  ofi 

Thy  face ; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  Thy! 

throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thy  beauties  to 

shine ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine ; 
And  in  Thydear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  Thee  at 

home. 

Rev.  David  Denhnm.    1S37. 
/  AO   "My  J>ctizieiily  Home  is  bright  and  fair.''  L.  M. 

1  MY  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair  : 
Nor  pain,  nor  death  can  enter  there  ; 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

I  'm  going  home,  I  'm  going  home, 
I  'm  going  home  to  die  no  more, 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I  'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 

2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky ; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

3  While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam  ; 
And,  though  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 

I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow, 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 
I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

5  Then  fail  the  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 


All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 
I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

Rev.  William  Hunter.    (i8ii — )  1842. 
/  *  7  Home  in  View.  L.  M. 

1  As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 

The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still. 
I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

2  So  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 

By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 
I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

3  The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past, 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 
I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

4  'T  is  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus,  in  the  realms  of  day; 

Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  He  will  wipe  my  tears  away. 
I  'm  going  home,  &c. 

Rev.  John  Newton.   (1725 — 1S07  )    1779.   ab  and  alt 


One  until  Christ. 
1  Cor.  vi.  17. 


720 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  I  am  Thine, 

By  everlasting  bands ; 
My  name,  my  heart,  I  would  resign; 
My  soul  is  in  Thy  hands. 

2  To  Thee  I  still  would  cleave 
With  ever  growing  zeal ; 

Let  millions  tempt  me  Christ  to  leave, 
They  never  shall  prevail. 

3  His  Spirit  shall  unite 

My  soul  to  Him,  my  Head; 
Shall  form  me  to  His  image  bright, 
And  teach  His  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  my  soul  divide 

From  this  abode  of  clay  ; 
But  love  shall  keep  me  near  His  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 


ig6 


CONSCIOUS    UNION    WITH    CHRIST.       FILIAL    YEARNING. 


5   Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
What  should  remain  to  fear? 
If  He  in  heaven  has  fixed  His  throne, 
He  '11  fix  His  members  there. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.   (1702 — 1751  )  1755.  si.  alt. 


We  are  the  Lord's.' 
Rom.  xiv.  8. 


S.  M. 


721 

i  Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee, 
The  loveliest  and  best ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus,  I  die  to  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come  ; 
To  die  in  Thee  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live  in  Thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
Makes  heaven  forever  mine. 

Rev.  Henry  Harbaugh.    (1S1S — 1867.)    1S50. 


Contvrair'on  with  Cod  and  Christ. 
1  John  1.  3. 


S.  M. 


722 

i   OUR  Heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  my  griefs; 

He  pardons  every  day; 
Almighty  to  protect  my  soul, 
And  wise  to  guide  my  way. 

3  How  large  His  bounties  arc  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  my  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  His  blood  ! 

4  Jesns,  my  living  Head, 

We  bless  Thy  faithful  care ; 
Mine  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  my  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart, 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love, 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

Rev.  rhilip  Doddridge.    1755. 


A  dnfition. 
1  John  111    1       Gat.  vi.  6. 


S.  M. 


723 

i   Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  Thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father !  cry, 
And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   (1674-  1748  )    1709.  rb. 
I  £Q  "  Our  Captain  lends  its  on."  S.  M. 

1  OUR  Captain  leads  us  on  ; 

He  beckons  from  the  skies; 

He  1  caches  out  a  starry  crown, 

And  bids  us  take  die  prize. 

2  "  Be  faithful  unto  death, 

Partake  My  victory, 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath, 
And  thou  shalt  reign  with  Me." 

3  'T  is  thus  the  righteous  Lord 

To  every  soldier  saith, 
Eternal  life  is  the  reward 
Of  all-victorious  faith. 

4  Who  conquer  in  His  might 

The  victor's  meed  receive  ; 
They  claim  a  kingdom  in  His  right, 
Which  God  will  freely  give. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1?88.)  1749.  ab.  and  si.  alt 


t-, ,-)  p-  Far  front  Home. 

j^O  Ps.  CXXXvii. 

i   Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 
Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting  I  cry,  "Blest  Spirit,  come 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest." 


s.  M. 


HEAVENLY    ASPIRATIONS.       SEEKINGTHE    FULNESS    OF     CHRIST. 


197 


2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  has  silent  hung  : 
How  should  I  sin^  a  cheerful  song 
Till  Thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road: 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near: 

On  Thee  my  hopes  I  cast; 
O  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.  (1793— 1847.)   1834. 


The  P:l -rim's  Song. 
Hob.  xl  13. 


7,6. 


726 

1  Rise  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
Sun  and  neon  and  stars  decay; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul,  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

3  Fly  me,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

Whilst  I  that  coast  explore; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  snares 

Solicit  me  no  more  ! 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 
Triumphant  in  the  skies : 


Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 

All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Rev.  Robert  Seagrave.   (1693 — )    1742.  ab. 
II  "  Time  is  winging  its  away."  J,  6. 

1  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

John  Burton.    (1773—1822.)    i8is. 


728 


"  My  Faith  lochs  itp  to  Thee." 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  Divine  : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  4ieart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 


6, 


ig8     SEEKING    THE    FULNESS    OF    CHRIST.       LONGING    FOR    HEAVEN. 


Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (1808— )  1830. 
729  " Saviour,  I  look  to  T/ice."  6,  4. 

1  Saviour,  I  look  to  Thee, 
Be  not  Thou  far  from  me, 

'Mid  storms  that  lower  : 
On  me  Thy  care  bestow, 
Thy  loving  kindness  show, 
Thine  arms  around  me  throw, 

This  trying  hour. 

2  Saviour,  I  look  to  Thee, 
Feeble  as  infancy, 

Gird  up  my  heart: 
Author  of  life  and  light, 
Thou  hast  an  arm  of  might, 
Thine  is  the  sovereign  right, 

Thy  strength  impart. 

3  Saviour,  I  look  to  Thee, 
Let  me  Thy  fulness  see, 

Save  me  from  fear : 
While  at  Thy  cross  I  kneel, 
All  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  a  free  pardon  seal, 

My  soul  to  cheer. 

4  Saviour,  I  look  to  Thee, 
Thine  shall  the  glory  be, 

Hearer  of  prayer : 
Thou  art  my  only  aid, 
On  Thee  my  soul  is  stayed, 
Naught  can  my  heart  invade, 

While  Thou  art  near. 

Thomas  Hastings.   (1784—1872)   1858. 

/30  Panting /or  Heaven.  8.  D. 

1  Ye  angels,  who  stand  around  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  Him  known, 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  His  praise  ; 
He  formed  you  the  spirit  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  His  power,  ye  stood. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  His  feet, 


His  grace  and  His  glory  display, 
And  all  His  rich  mercy  repeat: 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair ; 

For  you  He  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  O  when  will  the  period  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong  : 
I  'm  fettered,  and  chained  up  in  clay; 

I  struggle,  and  pant  to  be  free; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  His  name  ; 
I  want,  O  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you. 

Miss  Maria  De  Fleury.    1791. 
73  *  "  What  must  it  be  to  be  thctc.'"  8.   D. 

1  We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed ; 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 
We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Its  walls  decked  with  jewels  most  rare; 
Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold  ; 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care; 
From  trials  without  and  within  ; 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 
We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear; 
The  Church  of  the  First-born  above; 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Mills.    (1805-1829)   1&29.  ab. 


Lc7ifring  to  be  with  Christ. 


732 

I   To  Jesus,  the  Crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone, 
O  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne. 


8.  i). 


LONGING    FOR    HEAVEN.       FOLLOWING    HARD    AFTER    GOD 


199 


My  Saviour  whom  absent  I  love, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 

Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power; 

2  Dissolve  Thou  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee ; 
Ah,  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 
When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline; 

3  O  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  poured, 
I  shall  meet  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 

Shall  see  whom  unseen  I  adored. 
And  then,  nevermore  shall  the  fears, 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 

Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

4  Or  if  yet  remembered  above, 

■Remembrance  no  sadness  shall  raise, 
They  will  be  but  new  signs  of  Thy  love, 

New  themes  for  my  wonder  and  praise. 
Thus  the  strokes  which  from  sin  and  from 

Shall  set  me  eternally  free,  [pain 

Will  but  strengthen  and  rivet  the  chain 

Which  binds  me,  my  Saviour,  to  Thee. 

William  C'owpcr.    (1731  -  1800.)    1800. 


733 


'  The  King  in  His  Beauty." 
Is  xxxiii    17,  24. 


8.  D. 


I  LOW,  to  behold  Him  arrayed 

With  glory  and  light  from  above, 
The  King  in  His  beauty  displayed, 

His  bpauty  of  holiest  love : 
I  languish  and  die  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  hath  fixed  His  abode; 
O  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air, 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God! 

With  Him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand, 

For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word; 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord. 
But  when,  on  Thy  bosom  reclined, 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee. 


3   How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove. 
Physician  of  souls,  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give  ; 
And  when  from  the  body  set  free, 

O  then  to  the  city  receive. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S-178S.)  176; 


"Nearer,  my  CoJ,  to  Thee.' 
Gen.  xxviii.  10—12. 


734 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee : 
E  'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  1  'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  send'st  to  me, 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I  '11  raise ; 
So  by  my- woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Flower  Adams.  (1805 — 1848. 


ab. 


6,4- 


2O0        FOLLOWING    HARD    AFTER    GOD.        COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 


/  jj  "  Jesus  is  mine."  6>  4- 

I   Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Break,  every  tender  tie; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Here  would  I  ever  stay ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Lost  in  this  dawning  bright, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void  ; 
Jesus  has  satisfied; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell,  mortality; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Welcome,  eternity; 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest, 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Mrs.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )  1845. 


736 


Afo?e  Love  to  T/iee/' 
John  xxi.  17. 


6,4. 


1  MORE  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 
Hear  Thou  the  prayer  I  make, 

On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee. 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest; 
Now  Thee  alone  I  seek, 
Give  what  is  best: 


This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
More  love  to  Thee  ! 

j   Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise, 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

Mrs    Elizabeth  Payson  Prentiss.    (1819 — )    1869. 
/  O  /  "  yesus  is  mine."    6,  4i  6,  6,  6,  4- 

1  Now  I  have  found  a  Friend, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
His  love  shall  never  end, 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Though  earthly  joys  decrease, 
Though  earthly  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  lasting  peace  ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
Though  I  grow  faint  and  cold, 

Jesus  is  mine : 
He  shall  my  wants  supply ; 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Naught  can  my  hope  destroy; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  When  earth  shall  pass  away, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
In  the  great  judgment  day, 

Jesus  is  mine: 
O  what  a  glorious  thing, 
Then  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harp  to  sing, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Henry  Joy  Mc  Cracken  Hope.    (1809 — 1872.)  1852.  al; 


738 


Light  in  Darkness.  C.  M. 

I   My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys,, 
The  Life  of  my  delights. 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD.       LONGING    FOR    HOLINESS. 


2CI 


The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  ? 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
And  He  my  Rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  /  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I  'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)   1709. 
739  Delighting  in  God.  C.  M. 

1  O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee, 

And  on  Thy  care  depend; 

To  Thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 

My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same ; 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  Thy  name. 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  Thee ; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  Thee; 

I  triumph  and  adore; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  Thee  more. 

Rev.  John  Ryland.   (1735 — 1825.)  1777.   ab. 


Happiness  only  in  God. 
T's.  lxxiii.  25. 


740 

1  My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love, 

My  everlasting  All, 
T  Ve  none  but  Thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 


C.  M. 


'T  is  Thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon; 
If  Thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

3  To  Thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health  and  safe  abode ; 
Thanks  to  Thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  Thy  graces  and  Thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

5  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore, 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  Thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1709.  ab. 

hi  t  Make  me  a  clean  Heart."  C.  M. 

/41  Ps.  li    .o 

i  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  dear  Redeemer's  throne ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
WThere  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect-  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  dearest  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S — 17SS.)   1742.3b. 
742  "  Impart  Thyself  to  me. "  CM. 

i   O  Lord,  impart  Thyself  to  me, 
No  other  good  I  need ; 
When  Thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 
I  shall  be  free  indeed. 


202 


LONGING    FOR    HOLINESS.       HATRED    OF    SIN. 


2  I  cannot  rest  till  in  Thy  blood 

I  full  redemption  have ; 
But  Thou,  through  whom  I  come  to  God, 
Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 

3  From  sin,  the  guilt,  the  power,  the  pain, 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul : 
Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain ; 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

4  I  too  with  Thee  shall  walk  in  white ; 

With  all  Thy  saints  shall  prove 
The  length,  and  depth,  and  breadth,  and 
Of  everlasting  love.  [height 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)    1740.  ab.  and  alt. 


1  Talk  with  me,  Lord." 
Luke  xxiv.  32. 


C.  M. 


743 

1  Talk  with  me,  Lord :  Thyself  reveal, 

While  here  o'er  earth  I  rove ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  and  let  it  feel 
The  kindling  of  Thy  love. 

2  With  Thee  conversing,  I  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care ; 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 

If  Thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  make  my  heart  rejoice ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  Thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  Thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  Thy  face ; 

'T  is  all  I  wish  to  seek; 
To  attend  the  whispers  of  Thy  grace, 
And  hear  Thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 

Till  I  Thy  glory  see, 
Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1740.  ab. 
744  The  hidden  Life.  CM. 

1  O  HAPPY  soul,  that  lives  on  high, 

While  men  lie  groveling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  grace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life,  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 


3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 
His  God  in  secret  sees; 

Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  and  time, 
Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne 

To  raise  his  honor  here, 
Content  and  pleased  to  live  unknown, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 

6  He  looks  to  heaven's  eternal  hills, 
To  meet  that  glorious  day ; 

Dear  Lord,  how  slow  Thy  chariot  wheels, 
How  long  is  Thy  delay  ! 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1720. 


BreatJiing  after  Holiness. 
Ps.  c.mx.  5,  133,  176,  35. 


745 

1  O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 

To  keep  His  statutes  still ; 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace, 
To  know  and  do  His  will ! 

2  Order  my  footsteps  by  Thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

3  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 
My  feet  too  often  slip; 

Yet  since  I  've  not  forgot  Thy  way, 
Restore  Thy  wandering  sheep. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  Thy  commands, 
'T  is  a  delightful  road ; 

Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.   ab. 


746 


For  a  tender  Conscience. 

i   I  want  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  From  Thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  more  Thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 


C.  M. 


JOYOUS    TRUST    IN    CHRIST, 


203 


3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away 
For  having  grieved  Thy  love. 

5  O  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.    ab. 
747  Mercies  and  Thanks.  CM. 

1  HOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  Thine; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great. 
That  I  should  give  Him  all. 

Rev.  Isaac  Waits.     1709. 


God  ottr  Portion  here  and  liereafter. 
Ps.  Ixxiii.  23-28. 


C.  M. 


748 

i  God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 


4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  : 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 
749  Sonshiji.  C.  M. 

1  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  His  will, 
But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have 
His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 

3  They  find  access,  at  every  hour, 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

4  O  happy  souls  !  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  His  lovely  face. 

5  Lord,  I  address  Thy  heavenly  throne  ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  Thine ; 
Send  down  the  .Spirit  of  Thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  shed  Thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong: 
Then  shall  I  say,  "My  Father  God," 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   1709.    ab. 

i_  -1  n      Christ  our  Strength  and  Righteousness.  C.  M. 
75 U  Ps.  lxxi. 

i   My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  Thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  Thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 
Thy  goodness  I  adore; 
And  since  I  knew  Thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  Thy  glories  more. 


204 


WATCHING    UNTO    PRAYER.       GOD    ALL    IN    ALL. 


3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  Thy  strength 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I  "11  plead  Thy  perfect  righteousness, 

And  mention  none  but  Thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers ! 

With  this  delightful  song 
I  !11  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674—1748.)    1719.  ab. 


Christ  the 


Way. 
Pet.  v 


S.  M. 


Watching  and  Praying. 
Luke  .win.  1.     Phil.  iv.  13. 


S.  M. 


751 

1  JESUS,  my  Strength,  my  Hope, 

On  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

2  Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do ; 
On  Thee,  Almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 

4  A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss, 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain 
The  consecrated  cross. 

5  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  Tempter  fly ; 

6  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 17SS.)    1742.  ab. 


752  John 

1  Jesus,  my  Truth,  my  Way, 

My  sure,  unerring  Light, 
On  Thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
Which  Thou  wilt  lead  aright. 

2  My  Wisdom  and  my  Guide, 

My  Counsellor  Thou  art; 

O  never  let  me  leave  Thy  side, 

Or  from  Thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  Thee, 

My  lovely  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  still  enlightened  be, 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  I  never  will  remove 

Out  of  Thy  hands  my  cause  ; 
But  rest  in  Thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  Thy  cross. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749. 

753  God  in  All 

i  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  Thee  to  see, 
And  what  I  do  in  anything, 
To  do  it  as  for  Thee ; 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 

While  still  to  Thee  I  tend ; 
In  all  I  do  be  Thou  the  Way, 
In  all  be  Thou  the  End. 

3  All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 

Nothing  so  small  can  be 
But  draws,  when  acted  for  Thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  Thee. 

4  If  done  to  obey  Thy  laws, 

E'en  servile  labors  shine  ; 
Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work,  divine. 

Rev.  George  Herbert.    (1593 — 1632.)    1635.  ab. 


ab. 


S.  M. 


tir*  a  "  All  in  ail." 

/04  Ps.  lxxiii.  25. 

1  My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 

To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  Thou  remove, 
For  Thou  art  All  in  all. 

2  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 


S.  M. 


GOD    ALL    IN    ALL.      BREATHING    AFTER    GOD    AND    HOLINESS. 


205 


They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  His  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  His  face. 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
-  Without  Thy  presence,  Lord. 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.  1709.   ab. 


755 


yesus  in  the  midst  of  us. 
.Matt,  xviii.  20. 


S.  M. 


i  Jesus,  we  look  to  Thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  Thy  name. 

2  Thy  name  salvation  is, 

Which  here  we  come  to  prove ; 
Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 

Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 
From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

4  We  meet,  the  grace  to  take 

Which  Thou  hast  freely  given ; 
We  meet  on  earth  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

5  Present  we  know  Thou  art, 

But  O,  Thyself  reveal ; 
Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
The  mighty  comfort  feel. 

6  O  might  Thy  quickening  voice 

The  death  of  sin  remove ; 
And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 
In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.    ab. 


756 


Pure  in  Heart. 
Matt.  v.  8. 


S.  M. 


i  Blest  ar,e  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God ; 

14 


The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

Still  to  the  lowly  soul 

He  doth  Himself  impart ; 
And  for  His  cradle  and  His  throne 

Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

Lord,  we  Thy  presence  seek, 

May  ours  this  blessing  be ; 
O  give  the  pure  and  lowly  heart, 

A  temple  meet  for  Thcc. 

Rev.  John  Kcblc.    (1793-1360.)    1019.    ab.  and  alt. 


757 


lie  is  precious. 
1  Pet.  ii.  7. 


7,  6.  i). 


1  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
For  I  am  full  of  sin  ; 

My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 

My  heart  is  dead  within; 
I  need  the  cleansing  fountain 

Where  I  can  always  flee, 
The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious, 

The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

2  I  need  Thcc,  precious  Jesus, 
For  I  am  very  poor ; 

A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store ; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 

3  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
I  need  a  friend  like  Thee, 

A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me. 
I  need  the  heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trouble, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

4  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon, 

Encircled  with  the  "rainbow, 
And  seated  on  Thy  throne : 

There,  with  Thy  blood-bought  children, 
My  joy  shall  ever  be, 

To  sing  Thy  praises,  Jesus, 
To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

Rev.  Frederick  Whitfield.    (1829 — )  1839.    a^-  and  si.  alt. 


x6breathing  after  cod    and  HOLINESS.     CONFIDENCE  IN  CHRIST, 


75"  "  Thee,  Thee  only."  7,  6.  D. 

i   Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion, 

To  Thee  I  make  my  prayer; 
Thou  who  in  mercy  smitest, 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  spare  : 
O  wash  me  in  the  fountain 

That  floweth  from  Thy  Side; 
O  clothe  me  in  the  raiment 

Thy  blood  hath  purified. 

2  O  hold  Thou  up  my  goings, 

And  lead  from  strength  to  strength, 
That  unto  Thee  in  Zion 

I  may  appear  at  length 
O  make  my  spirit  worthy 

To  join  the  ransomed  throng ; 

0  teach  my  lips  to  utter 
That  everlasting  song. 

3  O  give  that  last,  best  blessing 

That  even  saints  can  know, 
To  follow  in  Thy  footsteps 

Wherever  Thou  dost  go. 
Not  wisdom,  might,  or  glory, 

I  ask  to  win  above  ; 

1  ask  for  Thee,  Thee  only, 

O  Thou  Eternal  Love ! 

Unknown  Author. 


My  hope  I  cannot  measure, 

My  path  to  life  is  free, 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  He  will  walk  with  me. 

Miss  Anna  Laetitia  Waring.    1850.  si.  alt. 


760 


"  /  •will/car  no  Evil." 
Ps    xxiii   4. 


7,6.  d. 


759 

1  In  heavenly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear; 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here. 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

2  Wherever  He  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack. 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim, 
He  knows  the  way  He  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 
Where  darkest  clouds  have  been. 


"  O  yesit,  mciuc  Sonne."  7)  «  D. 

1  I  KNOW  no  life  divided, 

O  Lord  of  life,  from  Thee; 
In  Thee  is  life  provided 

For  all  mankind  and  me  : 
I  know  no  death,  O  Jesus, 

Because  I  live  in  Thee ; 
Thy  death  it  is  which  frees  us 

From  death  eternally. 

2  I  fear  no  tribulation, 

Since,  whatsoe'er  it  be, 
It  makes  no  separation 

Between  my  Lord  and  me. 
If  Thou,  my  God  and  Teacher, 

Vouchsafe  to  be  my  own, 
Though  poor,  I  shall  be  richer 

Than  monarch  on  his  throne. 

3  If,  while  on  earth  I  wander, 

My  heart  is  light  and  blest, 
Ah,  what  shall  I  be  yonder 

In  perfect  peace  and  rest? 
O  blessed  thought  in  dying, 

We  go  to  meet  the  Lord, 
Where  there  shall  be  no  sighing, 

A  kingdom  our  reward. 

Rev.  Carl  Johaun  Philipp  Spitta     (1801— 1859.)   1833. 
Tr.  by  Richard  Massie.   1S60  ab. 


76l 


"A  calm,  a  thankful  Heart."  C.  M. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717-177S)    1760.  ab. 


RESIGNATION    AND    PEACE.      SEEKING    CONSOLATION. 


207 


,_/£/■>  "  Remetm^r  me,  O  my  God."  C.  M. 

JOZ  Neh.  xiii.  31. 

1  O  THOU  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  mc. 

2  When  groaning  on  my  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee ; 
O  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day; 
For  good  remember  me. 

4  Distrest  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Hear  and  remember  me. 

5  If  on  my  face  for  Thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  Thou  remember  me. 

6  The  hour  is  near ;  consigned  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree  : 
Saviour  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,   Remember  me. 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis.    (1732 — 1820.)  1792. 


5  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 
Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid  the  threatening, taunting  throng 
Who  hate  Thy  holy  Name. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1S0S— )  1857.  ab. 


764 


C.  M. 


Our  Refuge. 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778.)   1760.3b. 


763 


The  inner  Calm.  CM. 

1  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  Thy  breast; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm; 

Let  Thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

3  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet ; 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street; 

4  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain  ; 

Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 

Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain; 


765 


1  The  secret  Place. ' 
Ps.  xci. 


CM. 


i  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 
Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace: 
O  be  that  refuge  mine  ! 

2  The  least  and,  feeblest  there  may  bide 

Uninjured  and  unawed ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm  ; 

And  Satan,  roaring  for  his  prey, 

May  hate,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair 

Of  love  and  truth  divine; 
O  child  of  God,  0  glory's  heir, 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine  ! 


208 


SEEKING    CONSOLATION.       SUBMISSION. 


5  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 
An  car  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

Rev    Henry  Francis  Lytc:   (1793  —  1847.)   1834. 


766 


Prayer  mid  Hope. 
Ps.  xxvii.  8,  9,  13,  14. 


C.  M. 


1  Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 

"Ye  children,  seek  My  grace;  " 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
'■  I  11  seek  my  Father's  face.r' 

2  Let  not  Thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  Thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die  ; 
My  God  would  make  my  life  His  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believed 
To  see  Thy  grace  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  heart  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up : 
He  '11  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   (1674  — 1748  )    1719. 


3  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt: 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

All  shall  be  well  for  me ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above, 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Schmolke.    (1672— 1737.)    1716. 
Tr.  by  .Miss  Jane  Borthwick.    1853.  ab- 


"The  Rod." 
Micah  vi.  9. 


6.  D, 


767 


"Jlfcirt  jss:i,  ivie  D>t  willst." 

1  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

0  may  Thy  will  be  mine 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

2  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 


6.n. 


768 

1  I  DID  Thee  wrong,  my  God; 

I  wronged  Thy  truth  and  love; 
I  fretted  at  the  rod, 

Against  Thy  power  I  strove. 
Come  nearer,  nearer  still; 

Let  not  Thy  light  depait; 
Bend,  break  this  stubborn  will, 

Dissolve  this  iron  heart. 

2  Less  wayward  let  me  be, 

More  pliable  and  mild; 
In  glad  simplicity 

More  like  a  trustful  child. 
Less,  less  of  self  each  day, 

And  more,  my  God,  of  Thee; 
O  keep  me  in  the  way, 

However  roush  it  be. 


3  Less  of  the  flesh  each  day, 

Less  of  the  world  and  sin; 
More  of  Thy  Son,  I  pray, 

More  of  Thyself  within. 
More  moulded  to  Thy  will, 

Lord,  let  Thy  servant  be; 
Higher  and  higher  still, 

Liker  and  liker  Thee. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )  1857.  ab. 


SUBMISSION. 


209 


769 


T7ie  Rest  that  remabuth.  6.  D 

i  There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow; 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 

2  There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell ; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One 

And  Spirit,  evermore. 

3  O  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side  ; 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  He  hath  done. 

4  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821— )    1S61. 


770 


"  Thy  Way,  not  mine. 

i  Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand  ; 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 
Is  Thine  :  so  let  the  way 

That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 


6.  D, 


Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 
3  Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health, 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 

My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 

Rev.  lioratms  Bonar.    1857.  ab. 
/  /  *  Longing  fcr  Christ.  C.  D. 

1  MY  spirit  longs  for  Thee 

Within  my  troubled  breast, 
Unworthy  though  I  be 

Of  so  Divine  a  Guest. 
Of  so  Divine  a  Guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  has  my  heart  no  rest 

LTnless  it  come  from  Thee. 

2  Unless  it  come  from  Thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around  ; 
In  all  that  I  can  see 

No  rest  is  to  be  found. 
No  rest  is  to  be  found 

But  in  Thy  blessed  love: 
O  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 

And  send  it  from  above. 

John  Byi'om.    (1691 — 1763  )    1773. 
77"^  Christ's  Answer.  C.  D. 

1  Cheer  up,  desponding  soul, 

Thy  longing  pleased  I  see : 
'T  is  part  of  that  great  whole 

Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee  ; 
Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee, 

And  left' My  Father's  throne, 
From  death  to  set  thee  free, 

And  claim  thee  for  My  own. 

2  To  claim  thee  for  My  own. 

I  suffered  on  the  cross  : 
O  were  My  love  but  known, 

All  else  would  be  as  dross; 
All  else  would  be  as  dross, 

And  souls,  through  grace  divine, 
Would  count  their  gain  but  loss, 

To  live  for  ever  Mine. 

John  Byrom.  1773. 


210 


CONSOLATION    IN    GOD. 


Gad's  Care  a  Remedy  far  ours. 
I  Pet  v  7 


S.  M. 


773 

1  How  gentle  God's  command  ! 

How  kind  His  precepts  are  ! 
"  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  His  constant  care." 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand,  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Down  to  the  present  day ; 
I  11  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

Rev   Philip  Doddridge.   (1707 — 1751  )    1755. 


Affliction  blessed. 
Ps  cxix.  71,  75 


S.  M. 


774 

1  How  tender  is  Thy  hand, 

O  Thou  beloved  Lord: 
Afflictions  come  at  Thy  command, 
And  leave  us  at  Thy  word. 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 

That  chastened  us  for  sin : 
How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God, 
Where  deep  distress  had  been. 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 

A  Father's  heart  we  knew  ; 
With  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt, 
And  found  His  word  was  true. 

4  We  told  Him  all  our  grief, 

We  thought  of  Jesus'  love; 
A  sense  of  pardon  brought  relief, 
And  bade  our  pains  remove. 

5  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  His  strength  confide; 
Forever  be  His  name  adored, 
For  there  is  none  beside. 

Thomas  Hastings.    (1784 — 1872.)  1822,  1850. 


Trust  in  Providence. 
Matt.  vi.  25.  1  Pet.  v.  7. 


775 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  His  hands, 


S.  M. 


To  His  sure  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands. 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  wind  and  seas  obey, 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on ; 
Fix  on  His  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care; 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause;  His  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

5  And  whatsoe'er  Thou  will'st 

Thou  dost,   O  King  of  kings; 
What  Thy  unerring  wisdom  chose, 
Thy  power  to  being  brings. 

Rev   Paul  Gerhardt     (1606—1676.)    1659. 
Tr.  by  Rev   John  Wesley    (1703  — 1791.)    1739.  ab 


776 


S.  M. 


"  Thy  Will  be  mine  >" 

1  It  is  Thy  hand,  my  God, 

My  sorrow  comes  from  Thee ; 
I  bow  beneath  Thy  chastening  rod, 
'Tis  love  that  bruises  me. 

2  I  would  not  murmur,  Lord, 

Before  Thee  I  am  dumb ; 
Lest  I  should  breathe  one  murmuring  word, 
To  Thee  for  help  I  come. 

3  My  God,  Thy  name  is  Love ; 

A  Father's  hand  is  Thine ; 
With  tearful  eyes  I  look  above, 
And  cry,  "Thy  will  be  mine  !" 

4  I  know  Thy  will  is  right, 

Though  it  may  seem  severe  ; 
Thy  path  is  still  unsullied  light, 
Though  dark  it  may  appear. 

5  Jesus  for  me  hath  died ; 

Thy  Son  Thou  didst  not  spare ; 
His  pierced  hands,  His  bleeding  side, 
Thy  love  for  me  declare. 

6  Here  my  poor  heart  can  rest  ; 

My  God,  it  cleaves  to  Thee: 
Thy  will  is  love,  Thine  end  is  best ; 
All  work  for  good  to  me. 

James  George  Deck.    1843. 


CONSOLATION  IN  GOD. 


TRUST  IN  PROVIDE  NCE. 


211 


,-.,_,-  Safety  hi  Cod.  S.  M. 

7/7  IV  xxx.. 

i    My  spirit,  on  Thy  care, 
Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  Thou  art  Love  divine. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'cr  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform ; 
Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte    (1793 — 1847.)    1S34. 


"  Sivcct  is  Thy  Mercy." 
Ps.  cix.  20. 


S.  M. 


778 

i   Sweet  is  Thy  mercy,  Lord; 
Before  Thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul,  adoring,  pleads  Thy  word, 
And  owns  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

z  My  need,  and  Thy  desires, 
Are  all  in  Christ  complete ; 
Thou  hast  the  justice  truth  requires, 
And  1  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

3  Where'er  Thy  name  is  blest, 

Where'er  Thy  people  meet, 

There  I  delight  in  Thee  to  rest, 

And  find  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

4  Light  Thou  my  weary  way, 

Place  Thou  my  weary  feet, 
That  while  I  stray  on  earth  I  may 
Still  find  Thy  mercy  sweet 

5  Thus  shall  the  heavenly  host 

Hear  all  my  songs  repeat 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
My  joy,  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Dewley  Monsell.    (1S11— )   1862. 
779  Constant  Trust  in  God.  C.  M.  D. 

i  Father  of  Love,  our  Guide  and  Friend, 
O  lead  us  gently  on, 


Until  life's  trial-time  shall  end, 
And  heavenly  peace  be  won. 

We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be 
As  yet  by  us  untrod  ; 

But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  Thee, 
Our  Father  and  our  God. 

2  If  called,  like  Abraham's  child,  to  climb 

The  hill  of  sacrifice, 
Some  angel  may  be  there  in  time ; 

Deliverance  shall  arise : 
Or,  if  some  darker  lot  be  good, 

O  teach  us  to  endure 
The  sorrow,  pain,  or  solitude, 

That  make  the  spirit  pure. 

3  Christ  by  no  flowery  pathway  came ; 
And  we,  His  followers  here, 

Must  do  Thy  will  and  praise  Thy  Name, 

In  hope,  and  love,  and  fear. 
And,  till  in  Heaven  we  sinless  bow, 

And  faultless  anthems  raise, 
O  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 

Accept  our  feeble  praise. 

Rev.  William  Josiah  Irons.    (1812 — )   1853. 

7*0  Christ  cheering  tJie   Cheerless  CM. 

1 

i  O  Thou,  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye, 
Ere  yet  it  closed  in  death, 
Beheld  Thy  mother's  agony, 
The  shameful  cross  beneath  : 

2  Remember  them,  like  her,  through  whom 

The  sword  of  grief  is  driven, 
And  O,  to  cheer  their  cheerless  gloom, 
Be  Thy  dear  mercy  given. 

3  Let  Thine  own  word  of  tenderness 
Drop  on  them  from  above  ; 

Its  music  shall  the  lone  heart  bless, 
Its  touch  shall  heal  with  love. 

4  O  Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God, 

The  way  of  mortal  ill, 
By  Thy  blest  feet  in  triumph  trod, 
Our  feet  are  treading  still. 

5  But  not  with  strength  like  Thine,  wc  go 

This  dark  and  dreadful  way; 
As  Thou  wert  strengthened  in  Thy  woe, 
So  strengthen  us,  we  pray. 

Rev.  Alexander  Ramsay  Thompson.    (1822—)    1869. 


212 


TRUST    IN    PROVIDENCE, 


7"  I  '■'  Tlu  Peace  ef  God."  C.  M 

1  The  world  can  neither  give  nor  take, 

Nor  can  they  comprehend 
The  peace  of  God,  which  Christ  hasbought, 
The  peace  which  knows  no  end. 

2  The  burning  bush  was  not  consumed 

Whilst  God  remained  there ; 
The  Three,  when  Jesus  made  the  Fourth, 
Found  fire  as  soft  as  air. 

3  God's  furnace  doth  in  Zion  stand ; 

But  Zion's  God  sits  by, 

As  the  refiner  views  his  gold 

With  an  observant  eye. 

4  His  thoughts  are  high,  His  love  is  wise, 

His  wounds  a  cure  intend; 
And,  though  He  does  not  always  smile, 
He  loves  unto  the  end. 

Rev.  John  Mason.    ( — 1694.)    16S3.  alt. 
Selina,  Countess  of  Huntingdon.   (1707 — 1791-)  17S0. 


Steadfast  Trust. 
Ps.  lxxi. 


C.  M. 


782 

1  In  Thee  I  put  my  steadfast  trust, 

Defend  me,  Lord,  from  shame ; 
Incline  Thine  ear,  and  save  my  soul, 
For  righteous  is  Thy  name. 

2  Be  Thou  my  strong  abiding-place, 

To  which  I  may  resort ; 
Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  my  defence, 
Thou  art  my  rock  and  fort. 

3  My  steadfast  and  unchanging  hope 

Shall  on  Thy  power  depend  ; 

And  I  in  grateful  songs  of  praise 

My  time  to  come  will  spend. 

Tate  and  Brady     1696.  ab.  and  alt. 
7"3  Prayer/or  Pity  C.  M. 

1  To  Thee,  my  God,  whose  presence  fills 

The  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
ToThee,  whose  name,  whose  heart  isLove, 
With  all  my  powers  I  rise. 

2  Troubles  in  long  succession  roll ; 

Wave  rushes  upon  wave ; 
Pity,  O  pity  my  distress; 

Thy  child,  Thy  suppliant  save. 

3  0  bid  the  roaring  tempest  cease; 

Or  give  me  strength  to  bear 
Whate'er  Thy  holy  will  appoints, 
And  save  me  from  despair. 


4  To  Thee,  my  God,  alone  I  look, 

On  Thee  alone  confide  ; 
Thou  never  hast  deceived  the  soul 
That  on  Thy  grace  relied. 

5  Though  oft  Thy  ways  are  wrapt  in  clouds 

Mysterious  and  unknown, 
Truth,  Righteousness,  and  Mercy  stand 
The  pillars  of  Thy  throne. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons.    (1720 — 1725.)    17S4. 


784 


The  right  Faith  CM. 

1  O  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ; 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

5  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

Rev.  William  Hiley  Bathurst.    (1796—)   iSji.  ab. 


Vows  made  in  Trouble. 
Ps   cxvi.  12. 


C.  M. 


785 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  His  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  Thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  Thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  Thy  house, 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  Thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  Thy  servants  in  Thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 


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4  How  happy  all  Thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  Thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  Thou  hast  made  Thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee. 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  forever  Thine ; 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move : 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  Thy  love. 

6  Here  in  Thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  Thy  rich  grace  record ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

Rev    Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 


3  I  welcome  all  Thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  Thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
And  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death 
Sustain  my  fainting  heart. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.   (1702— 1751.)    1755.  ab.   and  alt. 


C.  M. 


786 


Preservation  by  Day  and  Night. 
Ps.  exxi. 


C.  M. 


TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 

The  Lord,  that  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  shall  never  slide  nor  fall, 

Whom  He  designs  to  keep; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  His  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  His  leave  to  smite  ; 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon,1 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

5  He  guards  thy  soul,  He  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Rev  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 


Support  in  Cod's  Ccvcuaut. 
2  Sam   xxiii   5 


787 

i  My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love 
Abides  forever  sure ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  Thou,  the  everlasting  God, 
My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  ray  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home; 


C.  M. 


/  **M  Submission. 

i   O  LORD,  my  best  desire  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  Hand 
That  wipes  away  my  teais? 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'T  is  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way; 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth  ! 

6  But,  ah,  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

William  Cowper    (1731  — 1800)    1779. 
/O9  Cod's  Way  in  the  Deep  CM. 

1  THY  way  is  in  the  deep,  O  Lord  : 

E'en  there  we'll  go  with  Thee ; 
We'll  meet  the  tempest  at  Thy  word, 
And  walk  upon  the  sea. 

2  Poor  tremblers  at  His  rougher  wind, 

Why  do  we  doubt  Him  so? 
Who  gives  the  storm  a  path,  will  find 
The  way  our  feet  shall  go. 


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CONSOLATION    IN    THE    SYMPATHY    OF    CHRIST. 


3  A  moment  may  His  hand  be  lest, 

Drear  moment  of  delay  ! 
We  cry,  "  Lord  help  the  tempest-tost," 
And  safe  we're  borne  away. 

4  The  Lord  yields  nothing  to  our  tears 

And  flies  from  selfish  care  ; 
But  comes  Himself,  where'er  He  hears 
The  voice  of  loving  prayer. 

Unknown  Author. 
790  "Help  us!"  CM. 

i  O  help  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  O  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 

3  If  strangers  to  Thy  fold  we  call, 

Imploring  at  Thy  feet 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall, 
:T  is  all  we  dare  entreat. 

4  O  help  us,  Jes- -,  from  on  high: 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee ; 
O  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be. 

Rev.  Henry  Har:  Milman.    (1791 — 1868.)   1827.  ab. 
t— -  -  '< He  hath  borne  our  Griefs."  J. 

79  ■*■  is.  i.ii.  4. 

1  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

2  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

3  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

4  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier ;  • 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

5  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 


When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 
6  Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known  ; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear. 

Rev.  Henry  Hart  Milman.    1S27.  ab. 
792  Prayer/or  Comfort.  7- 

i   In  the  dark  and  cloudy  day, 
When  earth's  riches  flee  away, 
And  the  last  hope  will  not  stay, 
Saviour,  Saviour,  comfort  me. 

2  When  the  hoard  of  many  years 
Like  a  fleet  cloud  disappears, 
And  the  future's  full  of  fears, 
Saviour,  Saviour,  comfort  me. 

3  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 

That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon, 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone, 
Saviour,  Saviour,  comfort  me. 

4  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried, 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  Thy  love  confide  ; 
Saviour,  Saviour,  comfort  me. 

5  In  these  hours  of  sad  distress, 
Let  me  know  He  loves  no  less, 
Bids  me  trust  His  faithfulness; 
Saviour,  Saviour,  comfort  me. 

6  Not  unduly  let  me  grieve, 
Meekly  the  kind  stripes  receive, 
Let  me  humbly  still  believe ; 
Saviour,  Saviour,  comfort  me. 

Rev.  Robert  Herrick.   (1591  — 1674  )    1647.  ab.  and  alt. 
/7J  "  Hear  and  save."  7 

i   Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might, 
Of  mankind  the  Life  and  Light, 
Maker,  Teacher  Infinite, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

2  Who,  when  sin's  primeval  doom 
Gave  creation  to  the  tomb, 
Didst  not  scorn  a  Virgin's  womb, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  hear  and  save.  . 

3  Strong  Creator,  Saviour  mild, 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child, 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  hear  and  save. 


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4  Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

5  Soon  to  come  to  earth  again, 
Judge  of  angels  and  of  men, 
Hear  us  now,  and  hear  us  then, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

Bp   Reginald  Heber     (1783—1326.)    1811.    alt. 
t-lf\  a  "  Cast  thy  Burden  upon  the  Lord."  7. 

7y4  ps  iv.  22  * 

1  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  His  word ; 

Thou  shalt  soon  have  cause  to  bless, 
His  eternal  faithfulness. 

2  Ever  in  the  raging  storm 

Thou  shalt  see  His  cheering  form, 
Hear  His  pledge  of  coming  aid: 
"  It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  His  feet; 
Linger  at  His  mercy-seat : 
He  will  lead  thee  by  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 

4  He  will  gird  thee  by  His  power, 
In  thy  weary,  fainting  hour; 
Lean  then,  loving,  on  His  word; 
Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Rowland  Hill.    (1744 — 1833.)  1783.  v.  1 
George  Rawson.   (1807 — )  1857.  ab.  and  much  alt. 

/y3  Prayer  for  Guidance. 

i  Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye 
Future  things  unfolded  lie, 
Through  the  desert  where  I  stray, 
Let  Thy  counsels  guide  my  way. 

2  Lord,  uphold  me  day  by  day, 
Shed  a  light  upon  my  way, 

Guide  me  through  perplexing  snares, 
Care  for  me  in  all  my  cares. 

3  All  I  ask  for  is,  enough ; 
Only,  when  the  way  is  rough, 
Let  Thy  rod  and  staff  impart 
Strength  and  courage  to  my  heart. 

4  Should  Thy  wisdom,  Lord,  decree 
Trials  long  and  sharp  for  me, 
Pain  or  sorrow,  care  or  shame, 
Father,  glorify  Thy  name  ! 

5  Let  me  neither  faint  nor  fear, 
Feeling  still  that  Thou  art  near ; 


In  the  course  my  Saviour  Lro'd, 
Tending  still  to  Thee,  my  Cod. 

Josiah  Conder.   (17S9 — 1855.)    1S37.  ab. 
79^  Childlike  Simplicity.  7 

1  Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me: 
Give  me  true  simplicity; 

Make  me  poor,  and  keep  me  low, 
Seeking  only  Thee  to  know. 

2  All  that  feeds  my  busy  pi  ide, 
Cast  it  evermore  aside ; 

Bid  my  will  to  Thine  submit, 
Lay  me  humbly  at  Thy  feet. 

3  Make  me  like  a  little  child, 
Simple,  teachable,  and  mild; 
Seeing  only  in  Thy  light, 
Walking  only  in  Thy  might; 

4  Leaning  on  Thy  loving  breast, 
Where  a  weary  soul  may  rest: 
Feeling  well  the  peace  of  God 
Flowing  from  Thy  precious  blood. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1762.  much  alt 
Rev.  John  Berridge.    (1716— 1793.)  1785.  ab. 

t—f^i—  "My  Times  arc  in  Thy  Hand."  n 

jyi  Ps.  xx.xi.  15. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise. 
All  my  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 
All  events  at  Thy  command. 

1  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth; 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief, 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief; 

3  Times  the  Tempter's  power  to  prove, 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love ; 

All  must  come,  and  last,  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

4  Plagues  and  deaths  around  me  fly; 
Till  He  bids,  I  cannot  die : 

Not  a  single  shaft  can  hit 
Till  the  God  of  love  sees  fit. 

5  O  Thou  Gracious,  Wise,  and  Just, 
In  Thy  hands  my  life  I  trust : 
Have  I  something  dearer  still  ? 

I  resign  it  to  Thy  will. 

6  Thee  at  all  times  will  1  bless ; 
Having  Thee  I  all  possess ; 
How  can  I  bereaved  be, 

Since  I  cannot  part  with  Thee? 

Rev.  John  Ryland.    (1753 — 1825.)    17773b. 


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RESIGNATION.      CHRIST    OUR    CONSOLER. 


P7nQ  " Blessed  are  they  that  mourn."  L.  M. 

/y°  Matt.  v.  4. 

i   O  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone, 
Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep  ; 
The  Power,  who  pities  man,  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night; 

And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 

But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  And  thou,  who  o'er  thy  friend's  low  bier 

Sheddest  the  bitter  drops  like  rain, 
Hope  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere 
Will  give  him  to  thy  arms  again. 

5  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny  ; 

Though,  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 

And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

6  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day, 

And  numbered  every  secret  tear, 
And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  His  children  suffer  here. 

William  Cullen  Bryant.    (1794 — )    1824. 
/yy  Trials  meant  for  Good.  L.  M. 

1  Why  should  I  murmur  or  repine, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  who  bled  for  me  ? 
What  are  my  griefs  compared  with  Thine, 
Thy  tears,  Thy  groans,  Thine  agony  ! 

2  If  Thou  the  furnace  dost  employ, 

Thou  sittest  as  refiner  near 
To  purge  away  the  base  alloy, 

Till  Thine  own  image  bright  appear. 

3  Though  oft  Thy  way  is  in  the  sea, 

Thy  footsteps  in  the  winged  storm  ; 
Though  crested  billows  threaten  me, 
Love  slumbers  in  their  frowning  form. 

4  Submissive  would  I  kiss  the  rod, 

Needful  each  stroke,  I  humbly  own  : 
Help  me  to  trust  Thee,  O  my  God, 
If  now  Thy  wisdom  be  unknown. 

Unknown  Author. 


000  Temptation.  L.  M. 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky ; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call, 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guard  and  guide  me  through  the  storm ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say,  ' '  Peace,  be  still !" 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  Thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-tost  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

William  Cowper.    (1731 — 1800.)    1779. 

Q  ir\  t  Christ  able  to  suceor  the  tempted.     L.  M.  61. 

SOI  ,    Heb.  ii.  18. 

i   When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way ; 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do ; 

Still  He  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while ; 

Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

4  And  O,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 


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217 


My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

Sir  Robert  Grant.    (17S5— 1S3S.)    1806,  1812.  ab. 


"  Continually  luith  Thee. 
Ps.  Ixxiii.  23 — 26. 


802 

i  WHEN,  in  the  hour  of  lonely  woe, 
I  give  my  sorrows  leave  to  flow, 
And  anxious  fear  and  dark  distrust 
Weigh  down  my  spirit  to  the  dust ; 

2  When  not  e'en  friendship's  gentle  aid 
Can  heal  the  wounds  the  world  has  made, 
O.  this  shall  check  each  rising  sigh, 

My  Saviour  is  forever  nigh  ! 

3  His  counsels  and  upholding  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are  ; 
And  He  shall  guide  me  all  my  days, 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

4  Jesus,  in  whom  but  Thee  above 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  Thee? 

5  My  flesh  is  hastening  to  decay, 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  passed  away: 
And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 
When  heart  and  strength  and  life  shall  fail ; 

6  But  O,  be  Thou,  my  Saviour,  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  while  I  die;. 
My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine, 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine. 

Josiah  Cornier.    (17S9 — 1855.)    1837. 
O03  " Befichl die  dcine  Wegc"  S.  M. 

i  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed : 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way : 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  What  though  thou  rulest  not, 

Yet  heaven  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

4.  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 
His  counsel  shall  appear, 


When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

5  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 

Our  hearts  are  known  to  Thee ; 
O  lift  Thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee. 

6  Let  us,  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  steadfast  truth  declare, 
And  publish  with  our  latest  breath 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt.    (1606 — 1676.)    1659. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791.)   1739.  a&- 

0O4  "  All-sufficient  Grace."  S.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God, 

Thy  promise  I  embrace; 
And  hail,  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 
Thy  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  My  oft-repeated  prayer 

The  kindest  answer  gains, 
When,  by  Thy  gracious  aid,  I  bear 
Life's  keen  and  varied  pains. 

3  Should  dread  of  want  distress, 

And  men  or  fiends  assail, 

Infirmities  my  frame  oppress, 

And  earthly  comforts  fail, 

4  Still  may  I  trust  in  Thee, 

And  calm  each  rising  fear  ; 
For  none  of  these  can  injure  me 
While  Thou.  O  Christ,  art  near. 

5  My  faith  as  gold  refine ; 

Each  grace  and  virtue  prove  ; 
That  in  my  spotless  life  may  shine 
The  light  of  perfect  love. 

Unknown  Author,  ab. 


805 


S.  M. 


Help  in  Sorrow. 

1  Fear  not,  poor,  weary  one ; 

But  struggle  bravely  yet; 
Toil  on  until  thy  task  is  done, 

Until  thy  sun  is  set. 
Though  many  are  thy  cares, 

And  many  are  thy  fears, 
The  loving  Christ  thy  burden  shares, 

And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 

3  No  distant  Christ  is  He, 

And  one  that  doth  not  know; 

But  watches  close  and  constantly 

The  path  which  thou  dost  go. 


2l8 


CONFIDENCE    IN    GOD.       PRAYER. 


4  'T  is  when  thy  heart  is  tried, 
'Tis  in  thine  hour  of  grief, 
He  standeth  ever  at  thy  side, 
And  ever  brings  relief. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham.    (1799 — 1872.)  1872. 


0,-v /C  "My  Time*  are  in  Thy  Hattd." 

oOO  '       Ps.  xxxi.  I5/ 


CM. 


i  Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see : 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

2  I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That,  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know: 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts, 

To  keep  and  cultivate ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 

5  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  asked  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

6  And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee; 
Mote  careful,  not  to  serve  Thee  much, 

But  please  Thee  perfectly. 

7  Briars  and  thorns  beset  our  path 

That  call  for  patient  care  ; 
There  is  a  cross  in  every  lot, 
And  earnest  need  for  prayer; 


Cut  lowly  hearts,  that  lean  on  Thee, 
Are  happy  anywhere. 

S  In  service  which  Thy  will  appoints 
There  are  no  bonds  for  me  ; 
My  inmost  heart  is  taught  the  truth 

That  makes  Thy  children  free  ; 
A  life  of  self-renouncing  love 
Is  one  of  liberty. 

Miss  Anna  Laetitia  Waring.    1S50.  alt. 


807 


What  is  Prayer  ?  CM. 

i   PRAYER  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man. 
Returning  whence  it  came; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease,     . 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear; 
To  Him  there's  music  in  a  groan, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant   cannot  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied, 

Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes, 

Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

Rev  Benjamin  Beddome     (1717—1795)    1787. 


What  is  Prayer  ? 
Acts.  ix.  11. 


C.  M. 


808 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold  he  prays  I" 


PRAYER. 


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5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

James  Montgomery     (1771  —  1S54  )    1819,  1S53   ab. 


809 


Sins  and  Sorrows  spread  before  God.      C.  M. 
Eph   11.  13,  18. 

1  O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 

Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I  'd  spread  my  wants  before  His  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  Him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I  'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  . 
I  'd  plead  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  His  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

Rev   Isaac  Watts.    (1674—1748)    1720.  ab. 
OlO  Retirement  CM. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree, 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 

3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 


5  Author,  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  Source  of  love  Divine, 
And,  all  harmonious  names  in  one, 
My  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine  ! 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 
A  boundless,  endless  store, 

Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above 
When  time  shall  be  no  more ! 

William  Cowper.    (1731  —  1800.)   1779. 


Mounting 
Ps. 


up  to  Cod 
v.  6. 


C.  M. 


8ll 

1  The  bird  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies, 

When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idle  warblers  roam. 

2  But  high  she  shoots,  through  air  and  light. 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  care 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 
Aloft,  through  virtue's  purer  air, 
To  hold  my  course  to  Thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  in  her  wings. 

Thomas  Moore    (1779 — 1852  )    1816. 
O  I  2  To  move  the  Hand  ■which  moves  Hie  IVorld.C.  M. 

i  There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night; 
There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs; 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

14  But  there's  a  power  which  man  can  wield, 
When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach, 
That  listening  ear  to  crain. 


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5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on  high,'  Qjc 
Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne,  Jp 

And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the  world, 
To  bring  salvation  down. 

Rev.  John  Aikraan  Wallace.    (1802 — 1870.)    1S39.  ab. 
O  I  3  Blest  Hour  of  Prayer.  L.  M. 

i  Blest  hour,  when  mortal  man  retires 
To  hold  communion  with  His  God  ; 
To  send  to  Heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 


God  with  us  in  Solitude.  L .  I 

'TlS  thus  in  solitude  I  roam 

O'er  many  a  land  and  tossing  sea; 

And  yet,  afar  from  friends  and  home, 
I  find,  O  God,  a  home  in  Thee. 

2  I  pass  from  things  of  space  and  time, 
The  finite  meets  or  leaves  my  sight ; 
But  God  expands  o'er  every  clime, 
The  clothinsr  of  the  infinite. 


2  Blest  hour,  when  God  Himself  draws  nigh, 

Well  pleased  His  people's  voice  to  hear ; ! 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

3  Blest  hour,  for  where  the  Lord  resorts 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given ; 
And  mortals  find  His  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven 

4  Hail,  peaceful  hour,  supremely  blest 

Amid  the  hours  of  worldly  care ; 
The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour,  the  hour  of  prayer. 

5  And  when  my  hours  of  prayer  are  past, 

And  this  frail  tenement  decays, 

Then  may  I  spend  in  heaven  at  last 

A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Raffles.    (1788— 1863.)    1828.  ab. 


Retirement  and  Meditation 
Titus  ii.  12. 


L.  M. 


814 

1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  Thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  Love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.   (1674—1748.)    1709. 


3  He  walks  the  earth,  He  rides  the  air ; 

The  lightning's  speed  He  leaves  behind. 
His  name  is  Love.  And  tell  mc,  where 
Is  sea  or  land  He  cannot  find? 

4  O,  long  I've  known  Him.  Could  it  be 

That  if  He  did  not  hold  me  dear, 
He  thus  would  travel  land  and  sea, 
And  throw  His  arms  around  me  here? 

5  I  could  not  leave  Him,  if  I  would; 

I  would  not,  if  the  power  were  given : 
'T  would  be  to  leave  the  True  and  Good, 
The  soul's  Repose,  the  spirit's  Heaven. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham.    (1799 — 1872)  1853.  aD- 


Exhortation  to  Prayer. 
Col.  lv    2. 


8l6 

I  What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer. 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 


2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words?  Ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftencr  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 

William  Cowpcr.    (1731— 1800.)    1779.  ab. 


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0  I  /  Breathing  after  Cod.  L.  M. 

i   WHERE  is  my  God  ?    does  He  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  His  hands. 

3  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer : 
Recline  thy  hope  on  Him  alone 

Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 177S.)    1760.  ab. 
OlO         '■  Prayer  0/  the  Heart  and  Lips."  L.  M. 

1  O  blessed  God,  to  Thee  I  raise 

My  voice  in  thankful  hymns  of  praise ; 
And  when  my  voice  shall  silent  be, 
My  silence  shall  be  praise  to  Thee. 

2  For  voice  and  silence  both  impart 
The  filial  homage  of  my  heart ; 
And  both  alike  are  understood 

By  Thee,  Thou  Parent  of  all  good, 

3  Whose  grace  is  all  unsearchable, 
Whose  care  for  me  no  tongue  can  tell, 
Who  loves  my  loudest  praise  to  hear, 
And  loves  to  bless  my  voiceless  prayer. 

From  the  Greek.  Sabbath  Hymn  Book.    1858. 
0I9  Watching  and  Praying  L.  M. 

1  THEY  pray  the  best  who  pray  and  watch, 

They  watch  the  best  who  watch  and  pray, 
They  hear  Christ's  fingers  on  the  latch, 
Whether  He  comes  by  night,  or  day. 

2  Whether  they  guard  the  gates  and  watch, 

Or,  patient,  toil  for  Him,  and  wait, 
They  hear  His  fingers  on  the  latch, 
If  early  He  doth  come,  or  late. 

3  With  trembling  joy  they  hail  their  Lord, 

And  haste  His  welcome  feet  to  kiss, 
While  He,  well  pleased,  doth  speak  the  word 
That  thrills  them  with  unending  bliss  : 

4  "  Well  done,  My  servants,  now  receive, 

For  faithful  work,  reward  and  rest, 
And  wreaths  which  busy  angels  weave 
To  crown  the  men  who  serve  Me  best." 

Rev.  Edward  Hopper.    (1818 — )    1873- 

J5 


Morning  Prayer. 
Luke.  vi.  12. 


S.  M. 


820 

1  How  sweet  the  melting  lay 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day 
Christians  unite  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne; 
He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs, 
And  sends  His  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light ; 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  So  Jesus  still  doth  pray 

Before  the  morning  bright, 
On  heavenly  mountains  far  away, 
While  we  toil  here  in  night. 

5  Leave,  Lord,  Thy  vigil  there, 

Descend  upon  life's  wave  ; 
Come  to  the  bark  through  midnight  air, 
The  storm  shall  cease  to  rave. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  Hinsdale  Brown.    (1783— 1S61.)  1835. 
On  t  At  Morning,  Noon,  and  Night.  S.  M. 

o2I  K.iv.17. 

1  COME  at  the  morning  hour, 

Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray ; 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  ages,  rest  and  pray ; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 

Around  its  altar,  pray; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 

O,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)  1853.  all. 


Pray  without  ceasing.''  S.  M. 

1  Thess.  v.  17 


822 

I  Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray, 
Your  Captain  gives  the  word 
His  summons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord% 


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PRAYER.       THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


2  To  God  your  every  want 

In  instant  prayer  display; 
Pray  always ;   pray,  and  never  faint ; 
Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

3  His  mercy  now  implore, 

And  now  show  forth  His  praise ; 
In  shouts,  or  silent  awe,  adore 
His  miracles  of  grace. 

4  From  strength  to  strength  go  on ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

5  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  His  soldiers — "Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1749.  ab. 

Qoo  "Ask  ivhat  I  shall  give  thee."  S.  M. 

O^j  1  Kings  iii.  5. 

i  Behold  the  throne  of  grace, 
The  promise  ca'ls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all- prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold ; 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  spilt, 
What  else  can  He  withhold  ? 

4  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Thy  love  ; 
I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 

5  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  Thine, 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

Rev.  John  Newton.   (1725 — 1807.)   1779.  ab. 


In  a  Hurry  0/  Business. 
Is.  xxvi.  3. 


824 

I  THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watching  power  impart, 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 
Call  off  my  anxious  heart. 


S.  M. 


2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprest ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize  ; 
Gather  my  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4  Suffered  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  Thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.    ab. 


Importunacy  in  Prayer.  S.  M. 

Luke  xviii.  1 — 7. 


825 

1  Our  Lord,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  His  gracious  ear, 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus  the  Lord  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry ; 
Yes,  though  He  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  His  nature,  truth,  and  love, 

Engage  Him  on  their  side; 
When  they  are  grieved,  Hismercies  move, 
And  can  they  be  denied  ? 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care. 

Rev.  John    Newton.   1779.  ab.  and  alt. 


826 


H.  M. 


The  Spirit  asked  for. 

1  O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  Thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  Thy  word; 
Grant  us  Thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry, 


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If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  Thou  Thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  Thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  Heavenly  Father,  Thou  ! 

We,  children  of  Thy  grace  : 
O  let  Thy  Spirit  now 

Descend,  and  fill  the  place  : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  Thy  name. 

4  O  send  Thy  Spirit  down 

On  all  the  nations,  Lord, 
With  great  success  to  crown 

The  preaching  of  Thy  word, 
Till  heathen  lands  shall  own  Thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

John  Burton.    (1803 — )    1824.  ab. 

Q/)h  The  Living  Stone.  H.  M. 

°^  /  1  Pet.  li.  4,  5. 

i  With  ecstasy  of  joy 

Extol  His  glorious  name, 
Who  raised  the  spacious  earth, 

And  raised  our  ruined  frame  : 
He  built  the  Church  who  built  the  shy; 
Shout,  and  exalt  His  honors  high. 

2  See  the  foundation  laid 

By  power  and  love  divine ; 
Jesus  His  first-born  Son, 

How  bright  His  glories  shine  ! 
Low  He  descends,  in  dust  He  lies, 
That  from  His  tomb  a  Church  might  rise. 

3  But  He  for  ever  lives, 

Nor  for  Himself  alone ; 
Each  saint  new  life  derives 

From  this  mysterious  Stone ; 
His  influence  darts  through  every  soul, 
And  in  one  house  unites  the  whole. 

4  To  Him  with  joy  we  move, 

In  Him  cemented  stand; 
The  living  temple  grows, 

And  owns  the  Founder's  hand. 
That  structure,  Lord,  still  higher  raise, 
Louder  to  sound  its  Builder's  praise. 

5  Descend,  and  shed  abroad 

The  tokens  of  Thy  grace, 
And,  with  more  radiant  beams, 
Let  glory  fill  the  place ; 


Our  joyful  souls  shall  prostrate  fall, 
And  own,  our  God  is  All  in  all. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    173;. 
t'^O  "  Angntarc  Fundamcnti:::;."  I. 

i  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone, 

On  Him  alone  we  build  : 
With  His  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  arc  filled : 
On  His  great  love       I  Of  present  grace, 
Our  hopes  we  place    |  And  joys  above. 

2  O  then  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ; 
Our  voices  we  will  raise 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing; 
And  thus  proclaim  I  Both  loud  and  long, 
In  joyful  song,  |  That  glorious  Name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 

Forevermorc  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  prayer, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh ; 
In  copious  shower  I  Each  holy  day, 
On  all  who  pray,      |  Thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  Heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore ; 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore, 
Until  that  day         I  To  endless  rest 
When  all  the  blest  I  Are  called  away. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  Sth  centurv. 
Tr   by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1806—)    1837. 


829 


"One  Lord,  one  FaitJi,  one  Baptism.'"     H.  M. 
Eph.  iv.  5. 

1  ONE  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

One  only  watchword,  love : 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  Sacrifice  is  one  ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone : 
Thou  who  didst  raise  Him  from  the  dead, 
Unite  Thy  people  in  their  Head, 

3  O  may  that  holy  prayer, 

His  tenderest  and  His  last, 


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THE    CHURCH. 


His  constant,  latest  care 

Ere  to  His  throne  He  passed, 
No  longer  unfulfilled  remain, 
The  world's  offence,  His  people's  stain  ! 

4  Head  of  Thy  church  beneath, 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 

Her  broken  frame  renew  : 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

George  Robinson.    1S42. 


830 


Gad's  Tabernacle  with  Men.         8,  7.  D. 
Ezek.  x.xxvii.  27. 

1  PRAISE  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 

Laud  His  Name  from  zone  to  zone; 
On  that  Rock  the  Church  is  builded, 

Christ  Himself  the  Corner-Stone  ; 
Vain  against  our  rock-built  Zion 

Winds  and  waters,  fire  and  hail , 
Christ  is  in  her  midst ;  against  her 

Sin  and  hell  shall  not  prevail. 

2  Framed  of  living  stones,  cemented 

By  the  Spirit's  unity, 
Based  on  Prophets  and  Apostles, 

Firm  in  faith,  and  stayed  on  Thee, 
May  Thy  Church,  O  Lord  Incarnate, 

Grow  in  grace,  in  peace,  in  love; 
Emblem  of  the  heavenly  Zion, 

The  Jerusalem  above. 

3  Stands  four-square  that  heavenly  City;   , 

Paved  with  gold  like  crystal  bright ; 
Gates  of  pearl,  and  walls  of  jasper, 

Emerald  and  chrysolyte ; 
Broad  and  lofty  tower  its  ramparts ; 

At  its  gates  twelve  angels  stand; 
On  its  walls  twelve  names  are  graven, 

Of  the  Apostles'  chosen  band. 

4  Where  Thou  reignest,  King  of  glory, 

Throned  in  everlasting  light, 
Midst  Thy  saints,  no  more  is  needed 

Sun  by  day,  nor  moon  by  night : 
Soon  may  we  those  portals  enter 

When  this  earthly  strife  is  o'er, 
There  to  dwell  with  saints  and  angels 

In  Thy  presence  evermore. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Webb.    1S72.  ab. 


0  «  T  The  City  a/God.  8,  7.  D  . 
*-'«J  x                          Is.  xxxiu.  20,  21. 

1  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  : 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode : 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near: 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray, 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)    1779. 
0^2  The  Blessedness  of  the  Saints.         8,  7.  D. 

1  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God: 
'T  is  His  love  His  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings  ; 
And  as  priests,  His  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

2  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  Thy  name : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    1779. 
OjO  "Angularc  Fundamentum."  8,  "J. 

I  CHRIST  is  made  the  sure  foundation, 

Christ  the  Head  and  Corner-Stone, 


THE    CHURCH. 


Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 
Binding  all  the  Church  in  one, 

Holy  Zion's  help  forever, 
And  her  confidence  alone. 

2  All  that  dedicated  city, 

Dearly  loved  of  God  on  high, 
In  exultant  jubilation 

Pours  perpetual  meloay  ; 
God  the  One  in  Three  adoring 

In  glad  hymns  eternally. 

3  To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 

Come,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day : 
With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness, 

Hear  Thy  servants  as  they  pray; 
And  Thy  fullest  benediction 

Shed  within  its  walls  alway. 

4  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 

What  they  ask  of  Thee  to  gain, 
What  they  gain  from  Thee  for  ever 

With  the  blessed  to  retain, 
And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 

Evermore  with  Thee  to  reign. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  Sth  century, 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.  (1818— 1S66.)  1851.  ab.  alt. 

Q  ->  a  Zien  secure.  8.  7. 

O34  PS.   CXXV.    2.  '    ' 

1  ZlON  stands  by  hills  surrounded, 

Zion  kept  by  power  divine: 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine. 

Happy  Zion ! 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish ; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  His  sight: 

God  is  with  thee, 
God  thine  everlasting  light. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1S55.)   1S06.  ab. 

S.  M. 


The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God: 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

Rev.  Timothy  Dwight.    (1752 — 1817.)    1800.  ab. 


836 


The  Beauty  of  the  Church. 
Ps.  xlviii. 


S.  M. 


835 


Love  to  the  Church. 
P.s.  exxxvii. 


I  I  LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode, 


1  Far  as  Thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  Thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  Thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  Thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  Thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  Thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well ; 

4  The  orders  of  Thy  house, 

The  worship  of  Thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

[5   How  decent,  and  how  wise  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  <jold. 


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6  The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us,  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 


837 


The  Church  the  Safety  of  tlie  Nation.     S.  M. 
Ps.  xlviii. 

i  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  His  praise  be  great; 
He  makes  His  churches  His  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  His  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand, 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  Refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  has  His  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  even'  new  distress 

We'll  to  His  house  repair; 
We'll  think  upon  His  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Rev   Isaac  Watts.    170.   ab. 


838 


"Come,  Kingdom  o/cntr  God."  S.  M. 

1  COME,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love, 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Over  our  spirits  first 

Extend  thy  healing  reign; 
Then  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine; 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4.  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 

With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree  ; 
And  in  its  shade,  like  brothers,  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 


5  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
And  raise  the  glorious  throne 
In  worlds  by  the  undying  trod, 
When  God  shall  bless  His  own. 

Rev.  Henry  D.  Johns.    1865. 


839 


S.  M. 


The  Pilgrim  Church. 

i  Far  down  the  ages  now, 

Much  of  her  journey  done, 
The  pilgrim  church  pursues  her  way, 
Until  her  crown  be  won. 

2  The  story  of  the  past 

Comes  up  before  her  view; 
How  well  it  seems  to  suit  her  still, 
Old,  and  yet  ever  new. 

3  'Tis  the  same  story  still 

Of  sin  and  weariness, 
Of  grace  and  love  yet  flowing  down 
To  pardon  and  to  bless. 

4  No  wider  is  the  gate, 

No  broader  is  the  way, 
No  smoother  is  the  ancient  path, 
That  leads  to  light  and  day. 

5  No  sweeter  is  the  cup, 

Nor  less  our  lot  of  ill : 
'Twas  tribulation  ages  since, 
'Tis  tribulation  still. 

6  No  slacker  grows  the  fight, 

No  feebler  is  the  foe, 
Nor  less  the  need  of  armor  tried, 
Of  shield  and  spear  and  bow. 

7  Thus  onward  still  we  press 

Through  evil  and  through  good, 

Through  pain  and  poverty  and  want, 

Through  peril  and  through  blood. 

8  Still  faithful  to  our  God, 

And  to  our  Captain  true, 
We  follow  where  He  leads  the  way, 
The  kingdom  in  our  view. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )    1857.  ab. 


Walk  about  Zion." 
Ps.  xlviii. 


II,  9. 


840 

I  O  GREAT  is  Jehovah, and  great  beHispraise; 
In  the  city  of  God  He  is  King: 
Proclaim  ye  His  triumphs  in  jubilant  lays,* 
On  the  mount  of  His  holiness  sincr. 


THE  CHURCH.   GOD  THE  DEFENCE  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


227 


2  The  joy  of  the  earth,  from  her  beautiful 

height, 

Is  Zion's  impregnable  hill ; 
The  Lord  in  her  temple  still  taketh  de- 
light ; 

God  reigns  in  her  palaces  still. 

3  Go,  walk  about   Zion,   and  measure  the 

length, 
Her  walls  and  her  bulwarks  mark  well; 
Contemplate    her    palaces,     glorious    in 
strength, 
Her  towers  and  their  pinnacles  tell. 

4  Then  say  to  your  children,   "  Our  strong- 

hold is  tried ; 
This  God  is  our  God  to  the  end  ; 
His  people  forever  His  counsels  shall  guide, 
His  arm  shall  forever  defend." 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1822.  ab. 


"■Make  a  joyful  Noise." 
Ps.  c. 


11,  g. 


84I 

1  Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth  ; 

O  serve  Him  with  gladness  and  fear ; 
Exult  in  His  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  alone, 

Creator  and  Ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  His  people,  His  sceptre  we  own ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  His  call. 

3  O  enter  His  gates  with  thanksgiving  and 

song, 

Your  vows  in  His  temple  proclaim  ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  pro- 
long, 

And  bless  His  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  His  hand; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

James  Montgomery.    1822. 
O42  "Eiri  fiste  Burgistunser  Gott."  P.M. 

i  A  SAFE  stronghold  our  God  is  still, 

A  trusty  shield  and  weapon ; 

He'll  help  us  clear  from  all  the  ill 

That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken. 

The  ancient  Prince  of  hell 

Hath  risen  with  purpose  fell ; 


Strong  mail  of  craft  and  power 
He  weareth  in  this  hour, 
On  earth  is  not  his  fellow. 

With  force  of  arms  we  nothing  can, 

Full  soon  were  we  down-ridden  ; 
But  for  us  fights  the  proper  Man, 
Whom  God  himself  hath  bidden. 
Ask  ye,  who  is  this  same  ? 
Christ  Jesus  is  His  name, 
The  Lord  Sabaoth's  Son, 
He  and  no  other  one 
Shall  conquer  in  the  battle. 

And  were  this  world  all  devils  o'er, 

And  watching  to  devour  us, 
We  lay  it  not  to  heart  so  sore, 
Not  they  can  overpower  us. 
And  let  the  Prince  of  ill 
Look  grim  as  e'er  he  will, 
He  harms  us  not  a  whit : 
For  why?    His  doom  is  writ, 
One  little  word  shall  slay  him. 

4  That  word,  for  all  their  craft  and  force, 
One  moment  will  not  linger, 
But,  spite  of  hell,  shall  have  its  course, 
'T  is  written  by  His  finger. 

And  though  they  take  our  life, 
Goods,  honor,  children,  wife, 
Yet  is  their  profit  small ; 
These  things  shall  vanish  all, 
The  Kingdom  ours  remaineth. 

Martin  Luther.    (1489 — 1546.)    1529. 
Tr.  by  Thomas  Carlyle.  (1795 — )  1S31.  si.  ale 


843 


The  great  Commission. 
Mark  xvi.  15. 


L.  M. 


1  "  Go  preach  My  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 

Bid  the  whole  earth  My  grace  receive ; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word, 
He  shall  be  damned  that  won't  believe. 

2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known; 

And  ye  shall  prove  My  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  Go,  heal  the  sick;   go,  raise  the  dead; 

Go,  cast  out  devils  in  My  name ; 
Nor  let  My  prophets  be  afraid, 

Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blas- 
pheme. 


228    INSTITUTION    OF    THE    CHURCH.      THE    CHRISTIAN    MINISTRY. 


4  Teach  all  the  nations  My  commands, 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 
All  power  is  trusted  to  My  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  spake,    and  light  shone  round  His 

head ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  He  rode  : 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748  )    1709. 
O44  Prayer  for  Ministers.  L.  M. 

X   FATHER  of  mercies,  bow  Thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest- prayer ; 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  Thee  : 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their 

charge  ! 
Do  Thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge  ; 
To  them  Thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

3  Teach  them  aright  to  sow  the  seed, 
Teach  them  Thy  chosen  flock  to  feed, 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 
Nor  let  them  labor,  Lord,  in  vain. 

4  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 
In  humble  strains  Thy  grace  adore, 
And  feel  Thy  new-creating  power. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717 — 1795O    1707.  ab. 
"45  For  a  Meeting  of  Ministers.  L.  M. 

1  POUR  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 

Lord,  Thine  assembled  servants  bless  : 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteous- 
ness. 

2  Within  Thy  temple,  when  we  stand 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  Thee, 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  right  hand, 
The  angels,  of  the  churches  be. 

3  Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  Thy  people  on  our  heart, 

And  love  the   souls  whom  Thou    dost 
love : 


4  To  watch,  and  pray,  and  never  faint  ; 
By  day  and  night  strict  guard  to  keep ; 

To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint 

Nourish  Thy  lambs,  and  feed  Thy  sheep 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 
In  humble  hope  our  charge  resign  : 

When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
O  God,  may  they  and  we  be  Thine. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 18.-,4.)  1S25. 


A  Pastor  sought  of  God. 
Ezr.  viii.  21. 


L.  M. 


i  Shepherd  of  Israel,  bend  Thine  ear, 
Thy  servants'  prayers  indulgent  hear ; 
Perplexed,  distressed,  to  Thee  we  cry, 
And  seek  the  guidance  of  Thine  eye. 

2  With  longing  eyes,  behold,  we  wait, 
A  suppliant  band,  at  mercy's  gate  ; 
Our  drooping  hearts,  O  God,  sustain: 
Shall  Israel  seek  Thy  face  in  vain  ? 

3  O  Lord,  in  ways  of  peace  return, 
Nor  let  Thy  flock  neglected  mourn ; 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see, 
Dear  to  our  souls,  and  dear  to  Thee. 

4  Fed  by  his  care,  our  tongues  shall  raise 
A  cheerful  tribute  to  Thy  praise, 

Our  children  learn  the  grateful  song, 
And  theirs  the  cheerful  notes  prolong. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751. )    1735.  ab.  and  alt. 
^47  Ordination  of  a  Minister.  L.  M. 

i   Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  house, 
Smile  on  our  homage,  and  our  vows; 
While,  with  a  grateful  heart,  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Father's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  He  rose, 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  His  foes, 
Scattered  His  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  His  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honored  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence,  and  teachers  rise. 

4  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run, 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 


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5  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  Spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow  ; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  His  praise, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    1745.  ab. 
04-0  A  Pastor  welcomed.  L.  M. 

1  We  "bid  thee  welcome,  in  the  name 

Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head  : 
Come  as  a  servant ;  so  He  came, 
And  we  receive  thee  in  His  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd ;  guard  and  keep 

This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin  ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher,  sent  from  God, 

Charged  His  whole  counsel  to  declare ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 

Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love  ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

James  Montgomery.    1S25. 


849 


"Come,  Sacred  Spirit .'"  L.  M. 

Ezek.  xxxvi.  37. 

i   Come,  Sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love ; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  rugged  stone, 
And  let  Thy  godlike  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  Thou,  and,  fromthehaughtiest  eyes, 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace,  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  O  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
Numerous  around  Thy  temple-gate, 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 

A  living  sacrifice  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.   1755.  ab. 
^ ,_>*-'  "Come,  Jesus,  come!"  L.  M. 

1  O  Saviour,  is  Thy  promise  fled  ? 

Nor  longer  might  Thy  grace  endure 
To  heal  the  sick,  and  raise  the  dead, 
And  preach  the  gospel  to  the  poor? 

2  Come,  Jesus,  come,  return  again ; 

With  brighter  beam  Thy  servants  bless. 
Who  long  to  feel  Thy  perfect  reign, 
And  share  Thy  kingdom's  happiness. 


3  Come,  Jesus,  come,  and  as  of  yore 

The  prophet  went  to  clear  Thy  way, 
A  harbinger  Thy  feet  before, 
A  dawning  to  Thy  brighter  day  : 

4  So  now  may  grace,  with  heavenly  shower, 

Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare ; 
Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power, 

Then  come  and  reap  Thy  harvest  there. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783— 1826.)    1811.    ab. 


The  Blessedttees  0/  Gospel-times. 
Is.  lii.  7 — 9.     Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 


851 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill. 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
"Zion,  behold  Thy  Saviour  King; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     1709. 
052  The  Standard  lifted  up.  S.  M. 

1  Hark,  how  the  watchmen  cry  ! 

Attend  the  trumpet's  sound ; 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh, 
The  powers  of  hell  surround. 

2  See  on  the  mountain's  top 

The  standard  of  your  God: 
In  Jesus'  name  'tis  lifted  up. 

All  stained  with  hallowed  blood. 


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3  His  standard-bearers  now 
To  all  the  nations  call ; 
To  Jesus'  cross,  ye  nations,  bow ; 
He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 17SS.)    1749.  ab.  and  alt 


Sowing  beside  all  Waters. 
Is.  xxxii.  20. 


S.  M. 


853 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground 

Expect  not  here  nor  there  ; 
O'er  hill  and  dale  alike  't  is  found ; 
Go  forth,  then,  everywhere. 

4  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

5  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain ; 

Cold,  heat,  the  moist  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

6  Then,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 

And  heaven  sing,  "  Harvest  home  !" 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1825.  ab. 


854 


The  watchful  Sen/ant. 
Luke  xii.  3S— 38. 


S.  M. 


1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  His  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  gates 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  command ; 

And  while  we  speak,  He's  near: 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 


4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 

With  His  own  royal  hand, 
And  raise  that  faithful  servant's  head 
Amid  the  angelic  band. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.   (1702 — 1751.)    1755.  si.  alt. 


855 


S.  M. 


For  more  Laborers. 

1  LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 

Thy  needy  servants  cry ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  Thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view  ; 
The  harvest  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  Thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  Thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  O  let  them  spread  Thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove ; 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1742.    ab. 


856 


S.  M. 


Ordination  0/  Missionaries. 

1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey  ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  He  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
Depending  on  His  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  His  foes. 

4  Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  His  matchless  grace, 
To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

Mrs.  Voke.    1806. 


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Sowing  in  Tears,  Reaping  in  Joy.        S.  M. 
Ps.  exxvi. 

i   THE  harvest  dawn  is  near, 
The  year  delays  not  long ; 
And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

2  Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves  ; 
But  he  shall  come  at  twilight's  close, 
And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 

Bp.  George  Burgess.    (1S09 — 18O6.)    1840. 


858 


The  different  Success  of  fhc  Gospel.         CM. 
1  Cor.  i.  23,  24. 

i  Christ  and  His  cross  are  all  our  theme; 
The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlightened  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  His  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  His  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 

^59  For  ike  Ordination  0/ a  Minister.  CM. 

1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  the  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego, 
For  souls  that  must  forever  live 
In  raptures  or  in  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

The  account  to  render  there; 
And  shouldst  Thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  how  shall  we  appear  ? 


5   May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach, 
Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  Thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  Thee. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    1736. 

000  Christ's  CaU.  C  M. 

1  Lord,  Thou  hast  taught  our  hearts  to  gl< 

With  love's  undying  flame  ; 
But  more  of  Thee  we  long  to  know, 
And  more  would  love  Thy  name. 

2  Thy  life,  Thy  death,  inspire  our  song, 

Thy  Spirit  breathes  through  all ; 
And  here  our  feet  would  linger  long, 
But  we  obey  Thy  call. 

3  Thou  bid'st  us  go,  with  Thee  to  stand 

Against  hell's  marshalled  powers ; 
And  heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand, 
To  make  Thine  honor  ours. 

4  With  Thine  own  pity,  Saviour,  see 

The  thronged  and  darkening  way: 
We  go  to  win  the  lost  to  Thee, 
O  help  us,  Lord,  we  pray. 

5  Teach  Thou  our  lips  of  Thee  to  speak, 

Of  Thy  sweet  love  to  tell ; 
Till  they  who  wander  far  shall  seek 
And  find  and  serve  Thee  well. 

6  O'er  all  the  world  Thy  Spirit  send, 

And  make  Thy  goodness  known, 
Till  earth  and  heaven  together  blend 
Their  praises  at  Thy  throne. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (1S0S— )  -1869. 

OC.  t  Christ's  Regard  for  Children.  C  M. 

°U  A  Mark  x.  13—16. 

1   See,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  fold  them  in  His  arms ! 

2.  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name; 
For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  Thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


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4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear ; 
Ye  children,  seek  His  face  ; 
And  fly,  with  transport,  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  His  grace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755.  ab 

R  f\  o  "Unto  thi'e'  ami  to  ihy  Seed  "fter  lhee- "  c  • M  • 

OU2S  Gen.  xvii.  7. 

1  How  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 

To  Abraham  and  his  seed  : 
"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  His  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  His  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  His  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  ab. 
003  Baptism  of  Adults.  CM. 

1  We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  Thee, 

Inspired  with  Thine  own  breath, 
To  live  Thy  life,  O  Lord,  and  be 
Baptized  into  Thy  death. 

2  Thy  death  to  sin  we  die  below, 

But  we  shall  rise  in  love; 
We  here  are  planted  in  Thy  woe, 
But  we  shall  bloom  above. 

3  Above  we  shall  Thy  glory  share, 

As  we  Thy  cross  have  borne  ; 
E'en  we  shall  crowns  of  honor  wear, 
When  we  the  thorns  have  worn. 

4  Thy  crown  of  thorns  is  all  our  boast, 

While  now  we  fall  before 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  tremble,  love,  adore. 

Unknown  Author. 


864 


Profession  and  Covenant.  C.  M. 

1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  Him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vcw  we  dare  not  break: — 

2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 


3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength 

But  on  His  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  Thy  ways; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717 — 1795)    1818. 


865 


'Lent  unto  the  Lord.' 
1  ^am.  i.  28. 


L.  M. 


1  God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace 
By  which  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 
When  in  Thy  presence  we  appear, 
Vouchsafe  us  faith  to  venture  near. 

2  Confiding  in  Thy  truth  alone, 
Here,  on  the  steps  of  Jesus'  throne, 
We  lay  the  treasure  Thou  hast  given 
To  be  received  and  reared  for  heaven. 

3  Lent  to  us  for  a  season,  we 
Lend  him  forever,  Lord,  to  Thee : 
Assured,  that,  if  to  Thee  he  live, 
We  gain  in  what  we  seem  to  give. 

4  Large  and  abundant  blessings  shed, 
Warm  as  these  prayers,  upon  his  head  ; 
And  on  his  soul  the  dews  of  grace, 
Fresh  as  these  drops  upon  his  face. 

5  Make  him  and  keep  him  Thine  own  child, 
Meek  follower  of  the  Undefiled ; 
Possessor  here  of  grace  and  love, 
Inheritor  of  heaven  above. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monscll.  (1811 — )  1837. 
OOU  Let  little  Children  come  to  Me." 

1  A  LITTLE  child  the  Saviour  came, 
The  mighty  God  was  still  His  name, 
And  angels  worshipped,  as  He  lay, 
The  seeming  infant  of  a  day. 

2  He  who,  a  little  child,  began 
The  life  divine  to  show  to  man, 
Proclaims  from  heaven  the  message  free, 
"Let  little  children  come  to  Me." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  and  with  the  sign 
Of  sprinkled  water  name  them  Thine : 
Their  souls  with  saving  grace  endow, 
Baptize  them  with  Thy  Spirit  now. 


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4  O  give  Thine  angels  charge,  good  Lord, 
Them  safely  in  Thy  way  to  guard  ; 
Thy  blessing  on  their  lives  command, 
And  write  their  names  upon  Thy  hand. 

5  O  Thou,  who  by  an  infant's  tongue 
Dost  hear  Thy  perfect  glory  sung, 
May  these  with  all  the  heavenly  host 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Rev.  William  Robertson.    ( — 1743.)    1751-  ab. 


867 


Prayer  for  tlie  Children  of  the  Church-     L.  M. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 

From  Thy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 
And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found  ; 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  Thine, 

That  Thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear; 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 

The  sign  of  covenant  grace,  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

O  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be ; 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  Thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wanderers  to  Thy  fold  restore. 

Mrs.  Ann  Beadley  Hyde.    (—1872.)    1824. 
OU O  Prayer  for  AdcJ>tion  L.  M. 

i  Father,  in  these  reveal  Thy  Son, 

In  these  for  whom  we  seek  Thy  face; 
Adopt  and  seal  them  as  Thine  own, 
By  Thy  regenerating  grace. 

2  Jesus,  with  us  Thou  always  art, 

Now  ratify  the  sacred  sign, 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  bless  Thy  sacrament  divine. 

3  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high, 

Baptizer  of  our  spirits,  Thou  ! 
The  purifying  grace  apply 

And  witness  with  the  water  now. 

4  Pour  forth  Thine  energy  divine, 

And  sprinkle  the  atoning  blood; 
May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  join 
To  seal  each  child  a  child  of  God. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1749    ab.  and  alt. 


OUy  Prayer/or  Cleansing.  L.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  encouraged  by  Thy  grace, 

We  bring  our  infant  to  Thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  within  Thy  heart  a  place, 
Let  it  be  Thine,  and  Thine  alone. 

2  Wash  it  from  every  stain  of  guilt, 

And  let  this  child  be  sanctified ; 
Lord,  Thou  canst  cleanse  it,  if  Thou  wilt, 
And  all  its  native  evils  hide. 

3  We  ask  not  for  it  earthly  bliss, 
Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame ; 

The  sum  of  our  request  is  this, 

That  it  may  love  and  fear  Thy  name. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.  (1717 — 1770.)  17E0.  ab. 
O7O  "The  gentle  Saviour  calls."  S.  M. 

1  The  gentle  Saviour  calls 
Our  children  to  His  breast ; 

He  folds  them  in  His  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  He  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  Gladiy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  Thee, 

Imploring  that,  as  we  are  Thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

Bp.  Henry  Ustick  Onderdonk.    (1789—1858.)  1826. 
O/i.  Committed to  tlie  Shepherd's  Care.  8,7 

1  Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding, 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 

All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share  ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 
Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm ; 

There,  we  know,  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 
Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 

Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 
Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 

Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 
Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenhurg.    fiyap — )   1820. 


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Qt-fj     Rejoicing  in  our  Govenani-Engagemciits.X,,  M. 

0  /  £  2  Chron.   xv.  15. 

1  O  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God: 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love : 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'T  is  done ;   the  great  transaction's  done ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

CHarmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4.  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart, 
Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)    1755. 


873 


Giving  ourselves  away.  L.  M. 

1  O,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above, 

When  angels  touch  the  quivering  string, 
And  wake,  to  chant  Immanuel's  love, 
Such  strains  as  angel-lips  can  sing. 

2  And  sweet  on  earth  the  choral  swell, 

From  mortal  tongues,  of  gladsome  lays, 
When  pardoned  souls  their  raptures  tell, 
And,  grateful,  hymn  Immanuel's  praise. 

3  Jesus,  Thy  name  our  souls  adore ; 

We  own  the  bond  that  makes  us  Thine  ; 
And  carnal  joys,  that  charmed  before, 
For  Thy  dear  sake  we  now  resign. 

4  Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued, 

Accept  Thine  offered  grace  to-day  ; 
Beneath  the  cross,  with  blood  bedewed, 
We  bow  and  give  ourselves  away. 

5  In  Thee  we  trust,  on  Thee  rely; 

Though  we  are  feeble,  Thou  art  strong; 
0  keep  us  till  cur  spirits  fly 

To  join  the  bright,  immortal  throng. 

.  Rev.  Ray  Pall  .cr.   (i8o3— )  1843. 


074  "Lord,  I  am  Thine."  L.  M. 

i   Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

2  Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity; 
The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here,  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

5  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
The  great  engagement  to  perform ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

Rev.  Samuel  Davies.  (1724 — Z7C1.)  1769. 
"75  "Arm  these  Thy  Soldiers."  L.  M. 

i  Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord, 
With  shield  of  faith  and  Spirit's  sword ; 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go, 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe, 
With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
And  by  it  overcome  the  world ; 
And  so  at  last  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 

2  Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come, 

And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy  home  ; 
May  each  a  living  temple  be, 
Hallowed  for  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  ; 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless, 
Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth.    (1807 — )  1863.  ab. 

Q>jf\  "Come  in!"  L.  M. 

0  f\M  Gen.  xxiv.  31. 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 

Enter  in  Jesus'  precious  name  ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  docs  the  same. 


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2  Those  joys,  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove ; 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  case  our  own. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat, 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love ; 
O  may  we  all  together  meet, 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.   (1769—1855.)    1812.  ab. 
"  /  /  " Forget  Him  not  "  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 
The  Friend  who  all  thy  sorrows  bore, 
Let  every  idol  be  forgot, 

But  O  my  soul,  forget  Him  not. 

2  Renounce  thy  works  and  ways  with  grief, 
And  fly  to  this  divine  relief; 

Nor  Him  forget,  who  left  His  throne, 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  His  own. 

3  Eternal  truth  and  beauty  shine 

In  Him,  and  He  Himself  is  thine  : 
And  canst  thou,  then,  with  sin  beset, 
Suchcharms,such  matchless  charms  forget? 

4  0  no :   till  life  itself  depart, 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  warm  my  heart ; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  I'll  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Krishnoo  Pal.  1801. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Joshua  Marshman.    (1767 — 1837.)  1S01. 


Choosing  the  Portion  of  God's  Heritage.    7.  D. 
Ruth  i.  16,  17 


878 

i  People  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblessed  ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

O  receive  me  into  rest. 
2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 


Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1S19,  1853.  ab. 
0/9  The  burdened  Pilgrim  ■welcomed.  7- 

1 1   PiLGRIM,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 

Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate : 
There,  till  mercy  lets  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  wait. 
Knock — He  knows  the  sinner's  cry; 

Weep — He  loves  the  mourner's  tears; 
Watch,  for  saving  grace  is  nigh; 

Wait,  till  heavenly  light  appears. 

2  Hark,  it  is  the  Bridegroom's  voice: 

"Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest!" 
Xow  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  sealed,  and  bought  and  blest : 
Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  vice; 

Sealed,  by  signs  the  chosen  know ; 
Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price; 

Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

3  Holy  pilgrim,  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remain  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubt,  and  pain ; 
Fear,  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly ; 

Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire ; 
Doubt,  in  certain  rapture  die; 

Pain,  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

Rev.  George  Crabbe.    (1754 — 1832.)    1S07.  ab. 

000  "  Thine  for  ever  >"  7  • 

1  Thine  for  ever ! — God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above; 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

Thine  for  ever! — Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

2  Thine  for  ever  ! — Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 
Thine  for  ever  ! — Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven. 

Mrs.  Mary  Fawler  Maude.    184C.  ~b. 


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THE    LORD'S    SUPPHn. 


0  O  ^  «x  ^^  /fa,  J/>  ?'  7 . 

1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me? 

2  "I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  Thy  wound 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  .may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

William  Cowper.    (1731 — 1800.)    1779. 
Oo2  Redeeming  Love.  7. 

1  Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet. 
When  the  saints  together  meet ; 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  Him. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  His  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  : 
How  He  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love  : 
With  our  wretched  hearts  He  strove, 
Took  the  things  of  Christ,  and  showed 
How  to  reach  His  blest  abode. 

5  Sweet  the  place,  exceeding  sweet, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 


Where  the  Saviour's  still  the  theme, 
Where  they  see,  and  sing  of  Him. 

Rev.  George  Burden    (1752 — 1832.)  1779.  alt 


883 


"Dig>i<irc  vie,  O  Jesu,  rogo  ft."  7' 

1  JESUS,  grant  me  this,  I  pray, 
Ever  in  Thy  heart  to  stay  ; 
Let  me  evermore  abide 
Hidden  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

2  If  the  evil  one  prepare, 

Or  the  world,  a  tempting  snare, 

I  am  safe,  when  I  abide 

In  Thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

3  If  the  flesh,  more  dangerous  still, 
Tempt  my  soul  to  deeds  of  ill, 
Naught  I  fear,  when  I  abide 

In  Thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

4  Death  will  come  one  day  to  me ; 
Jesus,  cast  me  not  from  Thee  : 
Dying,  let  me  still  abide 

In  Thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

Of  unknown  authorship  and  date. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.  (1821—)  1861. 


The  Suj<per  instituted. 
1  Cor.  xi.  23. 


°°4  1  Cor.  .\i.  23.  L.  M. 

1  'TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,   and  blessed,   and 

brake  : 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran, 
What   wondrous   words    of    grace    He 

spake. 

3  "This  is  My  body,  broke  for  sin; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food:" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine, 
"  'T  is  the  new  covenant  in  My  blood. " 

4  "Do  this,''  He  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end 

In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend; 
Meet  at  My  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  Thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  ab. 


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Oo5  Glorying  in  the  Cross.  L.  M. 

i  At  Thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  Thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  Thy  board, 
And  Thine  own  flesh  feeds  even-  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  Thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  Thy  cause ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  His  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  His  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting'till  He  come. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 

000  "Liebe  die  du  mich  so  milde."  L.  M. 

1  O  LOVE,  who  formedst  me  to  wear 
The  image  of  Thy  God -head  here; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

2  O  Love,  of  whom  is  truth  and  light, 
Whose  heart  was  bared  to  them  that  smite ; 
O  love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 

Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

T'lhann  Angelus  Silesius.  (1624 — 1677.)  1657. 
Tr.  t>y  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.  (1829 — )  1858.  ab. 

OO7  Prayer  for  helping  Grace.  L.  M. 

1  O  JESUS,  bruised  and  wounded  more 

Than  bursted  grape,  or  bread  of  wheat, 
The  Life  of  life  within  our  souls, 
The  Cup  of  our  salvation  sweet: 

2  We  come  to  show  Thy  dying  hour, 

Thy  streaming  vein,  Thy  broken  flesh; 
And  still  the  blood  is  warm  to  save, 

And  still  the  fragrant  wounds  are  fresh. 

3  O  Heart,  that,  with  a  double  tide 

Of  blood  and  water,  maketh  pure ; 
O  Flesh,  once  offered  on  the  cross, 
The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure  : 

4  Let  never  more  our  sinful  souls 

The  anguish  of  Thy  cross  renew; 
Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails 

That  pierced  Thy  victim  body  through. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander.  1859. 
16 


IOOO 
00 O  "Jesu,  Dulcedo  enrdium"  L.  M. 

i   Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts, 

Thou  Fount  of  life,  Thou  Light  of  men, 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  all. 

3  We  taste  Thee,  O  thou  living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst,  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  Thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  Thee  fast. 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay ; 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away ; 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.  (1001 — T153  )  1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer.  (180S— )  1S58. 


Trusting  the  Merits  cf  Christ. 
Phil.  iii.  7 — 0. 


L.  M. 


889 

1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  His  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake; 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.  1709. 
O9O  The  Wonders  of  the  Cross.  L.  M. 

1   O  THE  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 

Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died  : 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws  [side. 

From   His  dear  wounds,   and  bleeding 


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2   I  would  forever  speak  His  name 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  His  Father's  throne. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)    1709.  ab. 

Qi-v  T  "This  do  in  Remembrance  of Me."         L.  M. 

Oy  *  Luke  xxii.  19. 

1  Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near, 

With  peace  and  gladness  on  Thy  wing  ; 
Reveal  the  Saviour's  presence  here, 
And  light,  and  life,  and  comfort  bring. 

2  "Eat,  O  my  friends,  drink,  O  beloved!" 

We  hear  the  Master's  voice  exclaim  : 
Our  hearts  with  new  desire  are  moved, 
And  kindled  with  a  heavenly  flame. 

3  No  room  for  doubt,  no  room  for  dread, 

Nor  tears,  nor  groans,  nor  anxious  sighs ; 
We  do  not  mourn  a  Saviour  dead, 
But  hail  Him  living  in  the  skies. 

\  While  this  we  do,  remembering  Thee, 
Dear  Saviour,  let  our  graces  prove 
We  have  Thy  blessed  company, 
Thy  banner  over  us  is  love. 

Rev.  Aaron  Robarts  Wolfe.  (1821 — )  1852. 
Oy2  "Bid  us  go  in  Peace"  J.  6. 

1  Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find ; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  Thee ; 

Every  struggling  soul  release; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  By  Thine  agonizing  pain 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 
By  Thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  iniquity  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ;  • 

By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 


O  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.  (170S — 1788.)  1745.  ab.  and  sL  alt 
"93  "Bread 0/  tlie  World."  9,8. 

I  Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead ; 
2 .  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed  ; 
And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783— 1S26.)    1827. 


894 


7,6. 


"Ernuiutert  each,  ihr  Froinmen.' 

1  Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers, 

And  let  your  lights  appear ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  will  draw  nigh : 
Up,  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle. 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near, 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 

3  O  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Till,  in  your  jubilations 

Ye  meet  the  angel  choir. 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

4  Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere. 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

And  ever  be  with  Thee. 

Laurentius  Laurenti.  (1660 — 1722.) 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick.  1853.  ab.  and  si.  ale 


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895 


"0  Esca  viatorum."  7>  "• 

1  0  BREAD  to  pilgrims  given, 

O  Food  that  angels  eat, 
O  Manna  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heaven-born  natures  meet : 
Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled. 

2  O  Water,  life  bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  Thou  art : 
O  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ; 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take,  and  doubt  no  more  : 
Give  us,  Thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee ; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 

Unknown  mediaeval  Author. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer.  (180S— )  1858. 


396 


'O  Esca  viatorum."  7i    7>  6,  7>  7>  8. 

i  O  Bread  of  Life  from  heaven 
To  saints  and  angels  given, 

O  Manna  from  above  : 
The  souls  that  hunger  feed  Thou, 
The  hearts  that  seek  Thee  lead  Thou, 

To  Thy  most  sweet  and  tender  love. 

2  O  Fount  of  grace  redeeming, 
O  River  ever  streaming 

From  Jesus'  wounded  side: 
Come  Thou,  Thyself  bestowing 
On  thirsting  souls,  and  flowing 

Till  all  their  wants  are  satisfied. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 
Thy  word  of  truth  believing, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore  : 
Grant,  when  our  race  is  ended, 
That  we,  to  heaven  ascended, 

May  sec  Thy  glory  ever  more. 

Unknown  mediaeval  Author. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Philip  Schaff.  (iSio—  )  1869,  1873. 


897 


1  Till  He  com?." 
1  Cor.  xi.  26. 


7.  CI. 


i  Till  He  come,  O  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembling  chords: 
Let  the  little  while  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen; 
Let  us  think  how  heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that,  Till  He  come. 

1  When  the  weary  ones  wc  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life -joy  overcast  ? 
Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb  : 
It  is  only,  Till  He  come. 

3  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread, 

Drink  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread: 
Sweet  memorials, — till  The  Lord 
Call  us  round  His  heavenly  board; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Severed  only,  Till  He  come. 

Rev.  Edward  Henry  Bickersteth.  (1S25 — )  1861.  ab. 


898 


"  Bread  of  Heaven."  7-61. 

1  Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice ; 

'Tis  Thy  wounds  my  healing  give; 
To  Thy  cross  I  look  and  live. 
Thou  my  life,  O  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  Thee. 

Josiah  Conder.  (1789 — 1855.)  1824. 


899 


"A  d  regias  Agni  dapes"  "J. 

1  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide, 
Flowing  from  His  pierced  side. 

2  Praise  we  Him,  whose  love  divine 
Gives  His  sacred  blood  for  wine, 
Gives  His  body  for  the  feast: 
Christ  the  Victim,  Christ  the  Priest. 

3  Where  the  paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 


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4  Praise  we  Christ,  whose  blood  was  shed, 
Paschal  Victim,  paschal  Bread ; 

With  sincerity  and  love, 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

5  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky, 

Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie  ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  has  brought  us  life  and  light. 

6  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise; 
Holy  Father,  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be  ! 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.  by  Robert  Campbell.    (— 1868.)  185b. 

nf\s\  "  To  hint  that  overcometh"  7. 

9°°  Rev.  lii.  21. 

1  JESUS,  once  for  sinners  slain, 
From  the  dead  was  raised  again ; 
And  in  heaven  is  now  set  down 
With  his  Father  in  His  throne. 

2  There  He  reigns  a  King  supreme  ; 
We  shall  also  reign  with  Him  : 
Feeble  souls,  be  not  dismayed, 
Trust  in  His  almighty  aid. 

3  He  has  made  an  end  of  sin, 

And  His  blood  has  washed  us  clean: 

Fear  not,  He  is  ever  near, 

Now,  e'en  now,  He's  with  us  here. 

4  Thus  assembling,  we  by  faith, 

Till  He  come,  show  forth  His  death  : 
Of  His  body  bread's  the  sign, 
And  we  drink  His  blood  in  wine. 

5  Saints  on  earth  with  saints  above 
Celebrate  His  dying  love  ; 

And  let  every  ransomed  soul 
Sound  His  praise  from  pole  to  pole. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart-  (1712 — 1768.)  1762.  ab. 
90  I  A  t  the  Table.  C.  M. 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores. 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest?" 


3  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  Thy  voice, 
And  enter  while  there  's  room, 

When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 
That  sweetly  forced  us  in ; 

Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ; 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come; 

Send  Thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  Thy  churches  full, 
That  all  the  chosen  race 

May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  Thy  redeeming  grace. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 


The  Farezvell. 
Matt.  xxvi.  29. 


C.  M. 


902 

i  The  hour  is  come  ;  the  feast  is  spread ; 
Behold  My  body  given  ; 
Behold  My  life-blood  freely  shed 
To  ransom  souls  for  heaven. 

2  When  of  this  cup  I  drink  again, 

In  glory  and  with  you, 
No  tears  its  perfect  joy  shall  stain, 
A  joy  forever  new. 

3  Ere  then  ten  thousand  thousand  times 

My  table  shall  be  spread, 
And  countless  souls  in  distant  climes 
Be  comforted  and  fed. 

4  Grace,  mercy,  peace,  be  multiplied 

To  those  who  commune  there  ; 
While  seated  by  My  Father's  side 
Their  mansion  I  prepare. 

5  But  now  these  lips  a  different  cup 

For  you  must  taste  and  drain, 
And  unrepiningly  drink  up 
The  dregs  of  bitter  pain. 

6  The  griefs  ye  know  not  that  are  Mine, 

Nor  yet  My  glories  see ; 
But  break  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
And  thus  remember  Me. 

Rev.  Etlward  Henry  Bickersteth.    (1S25— )   1870. 


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24I 


903  The  Body  and  Blood  0/  Christ  C.  M.    4   Whe"  t0  tHe  C™SS  I  tUm  m'ne  e>eS> 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 


1  Here  at  Thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 

To  feed  on  food  divine; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He,  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down,  and  dies; 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Sure,  J;here  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour,  so  divine; 
Well  Thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  Thine. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett    (1727 — I795-)     1787.  ab. 
JJ*"r        Grateful  and  tender  Remembrance.         CM. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh ; 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe? 

3  While  yet  His  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed, 
"  Meet,  and  remember  Me." 

4  Remember  Thee,  Thy  death,  Thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 

Hon.  and  Rev.  Gerard  Thomas  Noel.    (1782 — 1851.)  1813. 
9"j  Remembrance  pledged.  C.  M. 

i  According  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 

Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  Thee  ? 


O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  Thee : 

Remember  Thee  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 

Will  I  remember  Thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S54.)  1S25. 
Jf""         Praynr  for  constant  Nourishment.  CM. 

1  Shepherd  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless 

Thy  chosen  pilgrim  flock, 

With  manna  in  the  wilderness, 

With  water  from  the  rock. 

2  Hungry  and  thirsty,  faint  and  weak, 

As  Thou  when  here  below, 
Our  souls  the  joys  celestial  seek 
Which  from  Thy  sorrows  flow. 

3  We  would  not  live  by  bread  alone, 
But  by  that  word  of  grace, 

In  strength  of  which  we  travel  on 
To  our  abiding  place. 

4  Be  known  to  us  in  breaking  bread, 

But  do  not  then  depart ; 
Saviour,  abide  with  us,  and  spread 
Thy  table  in  our  heart. 

Lord,  sup  with  us  in  love  divine ; 

Thy  body  and  Thy  blood, 
That  living  bread,  that  heavenly  wine, 

Be  our  immortal  food. 

James  Montgomery.    1825,  1S49. 
9^7  In  Remembrance  of  Christ.  8,  7.  D. 

I   JESUS  spreads  His  banner  o'er  us, 

Cheers  our  famished  souls  with  food; 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us 

Of  His  mystic  flesh  and  blood. 
Precious  banquet ;  bread  of  heaven ; 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free: 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given, 

In  remembrance,  Lord,  of  Thee. 


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2  In  Thy  holy  incarnation, 

When  the  angels  sang  Thy  birth ; 
In  Thy  fasting  and  temptation; 

In  Thy  labors  on  the  earth; 
In  Thy  trial,  and  rejection  ; 

In  Thy  sufferings  on  the  tree ; 
In  Thy  glorious  resurrection  ; 

May  we,  Lord,  remember  Thee. 

Rev.  Roswell  Park.    (1807—1869.)    iJ 


908 


S/urwi/ig  the  Lord's  Death. 
1.  Cor.  xi.   26. 


8,  7.  D. 


1  While  in  sweet  communion  feeding 

On  this  earthly  bread  and  wine, 
Saviour,  may  we  see  Thee  bleeding 

On  the  cross,  to  make  us  Thine. 
Now  our  eyes  for  ever  closing 

To  this  fleeting  world  below, 
On  Thy  gentle  breast  reposing, 

Teach  us,  Lord,  Thy  grace  to  know. 

2  Though  unseen,  be  ever  near  us, 

With  the  still  small  voice  of  love, 
Whispering  words  of  peace  to  cheer  us, 

Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 
Bring  before  us  all  the  story 

Of  Thy  life  and  death  of  woe, 
And,  with  hopes  of  endless  glory, 

Wean  our  hearts  from  all  below. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.  (1796 — )  1839. 


'Closer  than  a  Brother? 
(Abridged  form.) 


8,  7.  D. 


909 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  Him  to  God. 

2  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas,  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton.  (1725 — 1807.)    1779    ab. 


9*0  Giving  the  Heart.  8,  7.  D 

1  Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it; 

Make  and  keep  it  all  Thine  own ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it, 

This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 
Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Fond  of  peace,  and  far  from  strife  ; 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 

Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 

2  Ever  let  Thy  grace  surround  it ; 

Strengthen  it  with  power  divine, 
Till  Thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  it : 

Make  it  to  be  wholly  Thine. 
May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 

And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it, 

Guide  it  in  the  path  to  heaven. 

Sabbath  Hymn  Book.    1858. 
Z7  "Igjennem  Nat og  Traengsel."      8,7-  D. 

i  THROUGH  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow, 

Onward  goes  the  pilgrim  band, 
Singing  songs  of  expectation, 

Marching  to  the  Promised  Land. 
And  before  us  through  the  darkness 

Gleaming  clear  the  guiding  Light ; 
Brother  clasps  the  hand  of  brother, 

And  steps  fearless  through  the  night. 

2  One  the  light  of  God's  dear  presence, 

Never  in  its  work  to  fail, 
Which  illumes  the  wild  rough  places 

Of  this  gloomy  haunted  vale. 
One  the  object  of  our  journey, 

One  the  faith  which  never  tires, 
One  the  earnest  looking  forward, 

One  the  hope  our  God  inspires. 

3  One  the  strain  which  mouths  of  thousands 

Lift  as  from  the  heart  of  one  ; 
One  the  conflict,  one  the  peril, 

One  the  march  in  God  begun, 
One  the  gladness  of  rejoicing 

On  the  Resurrection  shore, 
With  One  Father  o'er  us  shining 

In  His  love  for  evermore. 

4  Go  we  onward,  pilgrim  brothers, 

Visit  first  the  cross  and  grave, 
Where  the  cross  its  shadow  flingeth, 
Where  the  boughs  of  cypress  wave. 


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Then,  a  shaking  as  of  earthquakes, 
Then,  a  rending  of  the  tomb, 

Then,  a  scattering  of  all  shadows, 
And  an  end  of  toil  and  gloom. 

Bernhardt  Severin  Ingemann.  (1780 — 1862.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sabine  Baring  Gould.  (1834—)  1867. 

^12  Prayer  for  Union.  8,  7.  D. 

1  Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory, 

Who  Thy  name  hast  magnified, 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 

By  the  Saviour  crucified ; 
Thanks  to  Thee  for  every  blessing, 

Flowing  from  the  Fount  of  love; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 

And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 

2  Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly, 

Near  Thy  bright  and  burning  throne, 
We  invoke  Thee,  God  most  holy, 

Through  Thy  well-beloved  Son  ; 
Send  the  baptism  of  Thy  Spirit, 

Shed  the  pentecostal  fire ; 
Let  us  all  Thy  grace  inherit, 

Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 

3  Bind  Thy  people,  Lord,  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love ; 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 

With  the  glorious  hosts  above  ; 
Let  Thy  work  be  seen  progressing  ; 

Bow  each  heart,  and  bend  each  knee, 
Till  the  world,  Thy  truth  possessing, 

Celebrates  its  jubilee. 

Rev.  Thomas  William  Aveling.  (1015 — )  1S44. 


"Knit  together  in  Love." 
Col.  ii.  2. 


C.  M. 


913 

1  Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'T  is  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed  and  blessed, 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 


4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows ; 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  : 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  Thee  God. 

5  And  when  Thou  mak'st  Thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  Thy  starry  crown, 
When  all  Thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  Thee  Thine  own ; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  Thee  face  to  face. 

Rev.  William  Edward  Miller.    (1766—1839.)  1800. 
9^4  "The golden  Chain."  CM. 

i   How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  His  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part  ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ; 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 
Our  wishes  all  above, 

Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ; 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Rev.  Joseph  Swain.  (1761 — 1796.)  1792. 
y  *  J         The  Sacrament  a  Pledge  of  Heaven.       C.  M. 

i  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  Thy  ways,  we  find 
Our  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  Thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 


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3  Thee,  in  Thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  Thy  throne ; 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 

From  hence  our  spirits  rise  ; 
And  he  that  in  Thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1745. 
9  ■*■*■'  One  Church,  one  Army.  CM. 

i   Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  Church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  cf  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  E'en  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  Guide ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

Rev   Charles  Wesley.    1759.    ab.  and  alt. 

9  j  i-jThc  Church  militant  learning  the  Church    C.  M. 
*  /  triumphant' s  Song. 

1  Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here ; 

To-day,  the  young,  the  old, 

Our  Saviour  and  His  flock  appear 

One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 


3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 

On  earth  the  pilgrim-throng; 
Yet  learn  we,  in  our  low  estate, 
The  Church  triumphant's  song. 

4  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain," 

Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
"Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love." 

5  "Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 
"  Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 

Henceforth,  O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
Thy  victory,  O  Grave  ?" 

6  Then,  hallelujah,  power  and  praise 

To  God  in  Christ  be  given  ; 
May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S54.)    1825,  1853. 
9^ "  At  Parting:  CM. 

1  Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 

That  will  not  let  us  part; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  still  are  joined  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  He  appoints  we  go, 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  do  His  work  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1742.  ab. 
919  "  The  Saints  above."  CM. 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them,from  whence  their  victory  came? 

They,  with  united  breath. 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 


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4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  He  trod ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  His  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)   1709. 

920  Tlu  ancient  Worthies.  CM. 

i  Rise.  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 
By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious 

They  conquered  every  foe ;  [blood. 

And  to  His  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  and  honors  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  Thou  hast  given  ; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  path 
Which  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

Res'.  John  Needham.  1768. 

921  Tlu  March  to  Canaan.  C.  M. 

i  Forth  to  the  Land  of  Promise  bound, 
Our  desert  path  we  tread  ; 
God's  fiery  pillar  for  our  guide, 
His  Captain  at  our  head. 

2  E'en  now  we  faintly  trace  the  hills, 

And  catch  their  distant  blue ; 
And  the  bright  city's  gleaming  spires 
Rise  dimly  on  our  view. 

3  Soon,  when  the  desert  shall  be  crossed, 

The  flood  of  death  past  o'er, 
Our  pilgrim  hosts  shall  safely  land 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore. 

4  There  love  shall  have  its  perfect  work, 

And  prayer  be  lost  in  praise ; 

And  all  the  sen-ants  of  our  God 

Their  endless  anthems  raise. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford    (1S10— 1871.)  1828. 


922  Tlu  Dead  in  Christ."  7.  61. 

1  They  whose  course  on  earth  is  o'er, 
Think  they  of  their  brethren  more  ? 
They  before  the  Throne  who  bow. 
Feel  they  for  their  brethren  now  ? 

2  Yea,  the  dead  in  Christ  have  still 
Part  in  all  our  joy  and  ill ; 
Keeping  all  our  steps  in  view, 
Guiding  them,  it  may  be,  too. 

3  We,  by  enemies  distrest, 
They,  in  Paradise  at  rest ; 

We  the  captives,  they  the  freed, 
We  and  they  are  one  indeed. 

4  One  in  all  we  seek  or  shun ; 
One,  because  our  Lord  is  One; 
One  in  heart,  and  one  in  love : 
We  below,  and  they  above. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Xeale.  (1818— 1866.)  1844. 


<-\  O  o  Tlu  Saints  on  Earth  all  one. 

7"«J         (Second  pan  of  the  preceding  hymn.) 


7.  61. 


1  THOSE  whom  many  a  land  divides, 
Many  mountains,  many  tides, 
Have  they  with  each  other  part? 
Have  they  fellowship  in  heart  ? 

2  Each  to  each  may  be  unknown, 
Wide  apart  their  lots  be  thrown ; 
Differing  tongues  their  lips  may  speak, 
One*  be  strong,  and  one  be  weak : 

3  Yet  in  sacrament  and  prayer 
Each  with  other  hath  a  share  • 
Hath  a  share  in  tear  and  sigh, 
Watch,  and  fast,  and  litany. 

4  With  each  other  join  they  here 
In  affliction,  doubt,  and  fear; 
That  hereafter  they  may  be 
Joined,  O  Lord,  in  bliss  with  Thee. 

5  So  with  them  our  hearts  we  raise, 
Share  their  work  and  join  their  praise ; 
Rendering  worship,  thanks,  and  love, 
To  the  Trinity  above. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Xeale.  1844. 


Brotherly  Love. 
Ps.  exxxiii. 


924 

1  'TlS  a  pleasant  thing  to  see 
Brethren  in  the  Lord  agree, 
Children  of  a  God  of  love 


7.  61. 


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Live  as  they  shall  live  above, 
Acting  each  a  Christian  part, 
One  in  lip,  and  one  in  heart. 

2  As  the  precious  ointment,  shed 
Upon  Aaron's  hallowed  head, 
Downward  through  his  garments  stole, 
Spreading  odor  o'er  the  whole  ; 

So  from  our  High  Priest  above 

To  His  Church  flows  heavenly  love. 

3  Gently  as  the  dews  distil 
Down  on  Zion's  holy  hill, 
Dropping  gladness  where  they  fall, 
Brightening  and  refreshing  all; 
Such  is  Christian  union,  shed 
Through  the  members  from  the  Head. 

4  Where  divine  affection  lives, 
There  the  Lord  His  blessing  gives, 
There  His  will  on  earth  is  done ; 
There  His  heaven  is  half  begun. 
Lord,  our  great  example  prove, 
Teach  us  all  like  Thee  to  love. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.  (1793 — 1847.)  1834. 
925  Brotherly  Love.  S.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love: 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one. 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 

Through  all  eternity. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett.  (1739 — 1817.)  1772 


926 


S.  M. 


Grateful  Commemoration. 

1  FOR  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 

Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 
Who  followed  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 

Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 

3  They  all  in  life  and  death, 

With  Thee,  their  Lord,  in  view, 
Learned  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this  Thy  name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 

May  follow  them  in  holiness, 

And  live  and  die  in  Thee. 

Bp.  Richard  Main.  (1776 — 1848.)  1837.  ab. 
Sr™  /  Cross  and  Crown.  S.  M. 

1  O  WHAT,  if  we  are  Christ's, 

Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 

5  Enough,  if  Thou  at  last 

The  word  of  blessing  give, 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  Thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.  (rS2i — )  1C52. 


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928 


The  Fellowship  0/  all  the  Saints.  I O. 

1  FOR  all  the  saints,  who  from  their  labors 

rest, 
Who  Thee  by  faith  before  the  world  confest, 
Thy  name,  O  Jesus,  be  forever  blest, 

Alleluia. 

2  Thou  wast  their  Rock,  their  Fortress  and 

their  Light ; 
Thou, Lord, theirCaptain  in  the  well-fought 

fight; 
Thou,  in  the  darkness  drear,  their  Light 

of  light. 

Alleluia. 

3  O  may  Thy  soldiers, faithful, true, and  bold, 
Fight  as  the  saints  who  nobly  fought  of  old, 
And  win  with  them  the  victors'  crown  of 

gold. 

Alleluia. 

4  O  blest  Communion,  fellowship  divine  ! 
We  feebly  struggle,  they  in  glory  shine  ; 
Yet  all  are  one  in  Thee,  for  all  are  Thine. 

Alleluia. 

5  And  when  the  strife  is  fierce,  the  warfare 

long, 
Steals  on  the  ear  the  distant  triumph-song, 
And  hearts  are  brave  again,  and  arms  are 

strong. 

Alleluia. 

6  The  golden  evening  brightens  in  the  west ; 
Soon, soon  to  faithful  warriorscomes  the  rest; 
Sweet  is  the  calm  of  Paradise  the  blest. 

Alleluia. 

7  But  lo, there  breaks  ayet  more  glorious  day; 
The  saints  triumphant  rise  in  bright  array ; 
The  King  of  Glory  passes  on  His  way. 

Alleluia. 

8  From  earth's  wide  bounds,  from  ocean's 

farthest  coast, 
Through    gates  of  pearl   streams  in  the 

countless  host, 
Singing  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Alleluia. 

Rev.  William  Walsham  How.    (—1823.)    1854. 


r\'-%f\  Christ  the  Corner-Stone.  7    6.  1). 

y^y  Eph.  ii.  20.  ' 

1  THE  Church's  one  foundation 

Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord; 
She  is  His  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  word : 
From  heaven  He  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  His  holy  bride  ; 
With  His  own  blood  He  bought  her, 

And  for  her  life  He  died. 

2  Elect  from  every  nation, 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth ; 
One  holy  Name  she  blesses, 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 

With  every  grace  endued. 

3  Though  with  a  scornful  wonder, 

Men  see  her  sore  opprest, 
By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distrest ; 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "  How  long?" 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 

4  'Mid  toil  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 

5  Yet  she  on  earth  hath  union 

With  God  the  Three  in  One, 
And  mystic  sweet  communion 

With  those  whose  rest  is  won ; 
O  happy  ones  and  holy ! 

Lord,  give  us  grace  that  we 
Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 

On  high  may  dwell  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Samuel  John  Stone,  i860,  ab.  and  si.  alt. 

r\--\r\  "A  ltd  there  shall  be  one  Fold  and  one  Shepherd. ' 
VOU  Johnx.  16.  7>  6.  D. 

i  And  is  the  time  apjproaching, 
By  prophets  long  foretold, 
When  all  shall  dwell  together, 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold  ? 


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Shall  every  idol  perish, 

To  moles  and  bats  be  thrown, 

And  every  prayer  be  offered 
To  God  in  Christ  alone  ? 

2  Shall  Jew  and  Gentile,  meeting 

From  many  a  distant  shore, 
Around  one  altar  kneeling, 

One  common  Lord  adore? 
Shall  all  that  now  divides  us 

Remove  and  pass  away, 
Like  shadows  of  the  morning 

Before  the  blaze  of  day? 

3  Shall  all  that  now  unites  us 

More  sweet  and  lasting  prove, 
A  closer  bond  of  union, 

In  a  blest  land  of  love? 
Shall  war  be  learned  no  longer, 

Shall  strife  and  tumult  cease, 
All  earth  His  blessed  kingdom, 

The  Lord  and  Prince  of  Peace  ? 

4  O  long-expected  dawning, 

Come  with  thy  cheering  ray: 
When  shall  the  morning  brighten, 

The  shadows  flee  away  ? 
O  sweet  anticipation, 

It  cheers  the  watchers  on, 
To  pray,  and  hope,  and  labor, 

Till  the  dark  night  be  gone. 

Miss  Jane  Borthwick.    1863. 

f\  O  T      "The  Day  which  the  Lord  hath  made."      7,  6. 
~7»)  Ps.  cxviii.  24. 

1  O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright: 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Through  ages  joined  in  tune, 
Sing  holy,  holy,  holy, 

To  the  Great  God  Triune. 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth ; 
On  thee  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 


3  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest ; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father,  and  to  Son ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth.  (1807 — )  1862.  ab.  and  alt. 
932  Delighting  in  God's  Day.  7,6. 

1  Thy  holy  day's  returning 

Our  hearts  exult  to  see  ; 
And  with  devotion  burning, 

Ascend,  O  God,  to  Thee. 
To-day  with  purest  pleasure, 

Our  thoughts  from  earth  withdraw ; 
We  search  for  heavenly  treasure, 

We  learn  Thy  holy  law. 

2  We  join  to  sing  Thy  praises, 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  day; 
Each  voice  in  gladness  raises 

Its  loudest,  sweetest  lay. 
Thy  richest  mercies  sharing, 

Inspire  us  with  Thy  love, 
By  grace  our  souls  preparing 

For  nobler  praise  above. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (1808—)  1834. 
•  OO  'AvacTTdtTcw;  i)p.ipa.  7>  ^* 

1  The  day  of  resurrection, 

Earth,  tell  it  out  abroad  : 
The  Passover  of  gladness, 

The  Passover  of  God. 
From  death  to  life  eternal, 

From  earth  unto  the  sky, 
Our  Christ  hath  brought  us  over, 

With  hymns  of  victory. 

2  Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil, 

That  we  may  see  aright 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 
Of  resurrection-light ; 


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And,  listening  to  His  accents, 
May  hear,  so  calm  and  plain, 

His  own  "  All  hail !"  and,  hearing, 
May  raise  the  victor-strain. 

3  Now  let  the  heavens  be  joyful ; 

Let  earth  her  song  begin  ; 
Let  the  round  world  keep  triumph, 

And  all  that  is  therein  ; 
Invisible  and  visible, 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  hath  risen, 

Our  Joy  that  hath  no  end. 

John  of  Damascus.    ( — c.  780.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.  (1818— 1866.)  1S62. 

934  The  Lord  s  Day  -welcomed.  S.  M. 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  His  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit,  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709. 


The  Sweetness  of  the  Sabbath. 
Ps.  xcii. 


S.  M. 


935 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  and  hear  Thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring, 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee  best, 
And  in  Thy  name  rejoice. 


4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber.  (1773 — 1862.)  1829.  alt. 


Given  in  Mercy  to  our  Fathers. 
Ps.  Ixxxi. 


S.  M. 


936 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  our  Might, 

With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  His  holy  house, 

And  this  His  festal  day, 
When  He  accepts  the  humblest  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven. 

4  We  still,  like  them  of  old, 

Are  in  the  wilderness ; 
And  God  is  still  as  near  His  fold, 
To  pity  and  to  bless. 

5  Then  let  us  open  wide 

Our  hearts  for  Him  to  fill ; 
And  He  that  Israel  then  supplied, 
Will  help  His  Israel  still. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.  (1793 — 1847.)  1834. 
937  The  Pleasures  0/ Worship.  S.  M. 

i   How  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face, 
And  sheds  His  love  abroad. 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  His  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  : 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 


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5  To  them  His  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts ; 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  Thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett.    (1727 — 1795.)  1778. 


938 


S.  M. 


God's  Sabbath. 

1  Hail  to  the  Sabbath  day: 

The  day  divinely  given ; 
When  men  to  God  their  homage  pay, 
And  earth  draws  near  to  heaven. 

2  Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour 

Within  Thy  courts  we  bend, 
And  bless  Thy  love,  and  own  Thy  power. 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

3  But  Thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod  ; 
Nor  only  is  the  day  Thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

4  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 

Of  yon  unmeasured  sky; 
Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

5  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  Thy  servants'  sight; 
And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 

Rev.  Stephen  Greenleaf  Bulfinch.  (1809 — 1870.)  1832. 


The  Lord's  Day. 
Ps.  cxviii. 


S.  M. 


939 

1  See  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse ; 
Yet  God  has  built  His  Church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  Thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  Thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 


4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made : 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  Church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

OT  David's  royal  blood : 
Bless  Him,  ye  saints,  He  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  Thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays ; 
And  offer  on  Thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 

940  The  Day  0/  holy  Rest.  L.  M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds  ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

Rev.  Joseph  Stennett.  (1663 — 1713.)  1732.  ab.  and  muchalt 

941  "Morning  of  Hof>e."  L.  M. 

1  Hail,  morning  known  among  the  blest, 

Morning  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest, 
Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above  ! 

2  Blest  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 

Who  from  the  dead  hath  brought  His  Son ; 
Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restored, 
And  everlasting  glory  won. 


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3  Mercy  looked  down,  with  smiling  eye, 

When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead  ; 
Faith  marked  His  bright  ascent  on  high  ; 
And  hope,  with  gladness, raised  her  head. 

4  Descend,  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord: 

Thy  fire  to  every  bosom  bring ; 
Then  shall  our  ardent  hearts  accord, 
And  teach  our  lips  God's  praise  to  sing. 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw.  (1779 — 1853.)  1817.  ab. 

942  Delight  in  Worship.  L.  M. 

1  FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,be  gone  ; 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 

Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see : 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire ; 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  Thine  entertainments  are  : 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine, 

In  Thee  Thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.  ab. 

943  The  Peace  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 

And  by  His  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts. 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here. 

Rev.  John   Newton.   (1725 — 1807.)  1779.  si.  alt. 
r\  a  a  A  Psalm  for  the  Lord' s  Day.  L.  M. 

V44  Ps.  xcii. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing  : 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine, 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine. 

4  Lord,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.  1719.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
Jr4  O  The  precious  Day.  L.  M. 

i  Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me, 
When  Sabbath  bells  awake  the  day, 
And,  by  their  sacred  minstrelsy, 
Call  me  from  earthly  cares  away. 

2  And  dear  to  me  the  winged  hour 

Spent  in  Thy  hallowed  courts,  O  Lord  : 
To  feel  devotion's  soothing  power, 
And  catch  the  manna  of  Thy  word. 

3  And  dear  to  me  the  loud  Amen 

Which  echoes  through  the  blest  abode, 
Which  swells,  and  sinks,  and  swells  again, 
Dies  on  the  walls,  but  lives  to  God. 

4  Oft  when  the  world,  with  iron  hands, 

Has  bound  me  in  its  six  days'  chain, 
This  bursts  them,  like  the  strong  man's 
bands, 
And  lets  my  spirit  loose  again. 

5  Then  dear  to  me  the  Sabbath  morn, 

The  village  bells,  the  shepherd's  voice : 
These  oft  have  found  my  heart  forlorn, 
And  always  bid  that  heart  rejoice. 

Rev.  John  William  Cunningham.  (1780 — 1861.)  1S22.  alt. 


946 


"To-day,  if  ye  will hear  His  Voice."      L.  M. 
Ps.  xcv. 

1  Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  : 
God  is  a  sovereign  King,  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  His  word 
He  is  our  Shepherd,  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  choose,  His  pastures  keep. 


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3  Come,  let  us  hear  His  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  His  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead ; 
Attend  the  offered  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

5  Seize  the  kind  promise,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab. 
947  Sabbat h  Morning.  H.  M. 

i  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest : 
I  hail  thy  kind  return ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  His  throne  of  grace: 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  Thy  face; 
Let  sinners  feel  Thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  e'er  be  spent  in  vain. 

Hayward.  John  Dobell's  Collection.  1806. 


948 


H.  M. 


Sabbath  Morning: 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls, 

Shake  off  each  slothful  band ; 

The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand  : 

Auspicious  morn,  thy  blissful  rays 

Bright  seraphs  hail,  in  songs  of  praise. 

At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined: 
Th'  angelic  host  around  Him  bends, 
And  midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 


All  hail,  triumphant  Lord ; 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings  ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
"  Worthy  art  Thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign." 

Gird  on,  great  God,  Thy  sword, 
Ascend  Thy  conquering  car, 

While  justice,  truth,  and  love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war  ; 

Victorious,  Thou  Thy  foes  shalt  tread, 

And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

Make  bare  Thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart; 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Scott.    1763. 
John  Dobell's  Collection.    1806.  ab. 

949  "Take  up  the  Strain."  H.  M= 

i   Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 

Through  heaven's  high  arches  ring, 
And  all  the  hosts  above 

Their  songs  of  triumph  sing  ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 

2  Shall  they  adore  the  Lord, 

Who  bought  them  with  His  blood, 
And  all  the  love  record 

That  led  them  home  to  God  ; 
And  shall  not  we  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again  ? 

3  O  spread  the  joyful  sound, 

The  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 
And  publish  all  around 

Salvation  through  His  name  ; 
Till  all  the  world  take  up  the  strain, 
And  send  the  echo  back  again. 

Rev.  James  J.  Cummins.    ( — 1867.)    1849.  ab. 


Longing  for  the  House  of  God. 
Ps.  lxxxiv. 


H.  M. 


950 

1     Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  : 
To  thine  abode  I  With  warm  desires, 

My  heart  aspires,       |  To  see  my  God. 


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2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest ; 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest: 
My  spirit  faints  I  To  rise  and  dwell 

With  equal  zeal  |  Among  Thy  saints. 

3  O  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ; 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there : 
They  praise  Thee  still;  I  That  love  the  way 
And  happy  they  I  To  Z  ion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength,  . 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
O  glorious  seat,  I  Shall  thither  bring 

When  God  our  King    |  Our  willing  feet ! 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


Langingfor  the  House  of  God. 
Ps.  lxx.xiv. 


H.  M. 


951 

1  TO  spend  one  sacred  day, 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside : 
Where  God  resorts,      I  To  keep  the  door, 
I  love  it  more  I  Than  shine  in  courts. 

2  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
With  gifts  His  hands  are  filled, 

We  draw  our  blessings  thence  : 
He  will  bestow  I  Peculiar  grace, 

On  Jacob's  race  I  And  glory  too. 

3  The  Lord  His  people  loves; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  His  heart  approves, 

From  pure  and  pious  souls  : 
Thrice  happy  he,  I  Whose  spirit  trusts 

O  God  of  hosts,  I  Alone  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    17 19. 


A  genera!  Song  of  Praise. 
Ps.  c. 


H.  M. 


952 

I     Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high; 
Let  every  land  adore  ; 
With  grateful  voice  make  known 
His  goodness  and  His  power. 
Let  cheerful  songs     I  And  let  His  praise 
Declare  His  ways,      |  Inspire  your  tongues. 
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2  Enter  His  courts  with  joy; 

With  fear  address  the  Lord ; 
He  formed  us  with  His  hand, 

And  quickened  by  His  word. 
With  wide  command  I  O'er  every  sea, 
He  spreads  His  sway  |  And  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  every  blessing  give ; 
We  feed  upon  His  care, 

And  in  His  pastures  live. 
With  cheerful  songs  I  And  let  His  praise 
Declare  His  ways,      |  Inspire  our  tongues. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 
While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last, 

His  promises  endure. 
With  bounteous  hand  I  O'er  every  sea, 
He  spreads  His  sway    |  And  every  land. 

Rev.  Timothy  Dwight.    (1752 — 1S17.)    1800. 
953  "Safely,  through  another  Week:'         7-  6  1. 

i   Safely,  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day: 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  names 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  name  to  praise ; 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear: 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725—1807.)    1779. 


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\/5Q  Creator,  Saviour,  Comforter.  7*  61. 

1  GREAT  Creator,  who  this  day 

From  Thy  perfect  work  didst  rest, 
By  the  souls  that  own  Thy  sway 

Hallowed  be  its  hours  and  blest : 
Cares  of  earth  aside  be  thrown, 
This  day  given  to  heaven  alone. 

2  Saviour,  who  this  day  didst  break 

The  dark  prison  of  the  tomb, 
Bid  my  slumbering  soul  awake, 

Shine  through  all  its  sin  and  gloom : 
Let  me,  from  my  bonds  set  free, 
Rise  from  sin,  and  live  to  Thee. 

3  Blessed  Spirit,  Comforter, 

Sent  this  day  from  Christ  on  high, 
Lord,  on  me  Thy  gifts  confer, 

Cleanse,  illumine,  sanctify; 
All  Thine  influence  shed  abroad, 
Lead  me  to  the  truth  of  God. 

Mrs.  Julia  Anne  Elliott.  ( — 1841.)    1835. 
955  Rest  Jure,  and  above.  7 .  6 1 . 

1  Hail,  thou  bright  and  sacred  morn, 

Risen  with  gladness  in  thy  beams : 
Light,  which  not  of  earth  is  born, 

From  thy  dawn  in  glory  streams; 
Airs  of  heaven  are  breathed  around, 
And  each  place  is  holy  ground. 

2  Sad  and  weary  were  our  way, 

Fainting  oft  beneath  our  load, 
But  for  thee,  thou  blessed  day, 

Resting-place  on  life's  rough  road : 
Here  flow  forth  the  streams  of  grace, 
Strengthened  hence  we  run  our  race. 

3  Soon,  too  soon,  the  sweet  repose 

Of  this  day  of  God  will  cease ; 
Soon  this  glimpse  of  heaven  will  close, 

Vanish  soon  the  hours  of  peace; 
Soon  return  the  toil,  the  strife, 
All  the  weariness  of  life. 

4  But  the  rest  which  yet  remains 

For  Thy  people,  Lord,  above, 
Knows  nor  change,  nor  fears,  nor  pains, 

Endless  as  their  Saviour's  love : 
O  may  every  Sabbath  here 
Bring  us  to  that  rest  more  near. 

Mrs.  Ju:ia  Anne  Elliott.    :83$. 


956 


Prayer  for  Light  and  Enlargement. 
Ps.  lxvii. 


7.  61. 


i   God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shine, 
Fill  Thy  Church  with  light  divine; 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
Be  by  all  that  live  adored : 

Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing, 
Glory  to  their  Saviour-King  ; 
At  Thy  feet  their  tributes  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford : 
God  to  man  His  blessing  give, 
Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 

One  in  joy,  and  light,  and  love. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1S47.)   1C34. 


"Mprgcnglanz  dcr  Rwigkeit.' 

l's.  v.  3. 


7.  61. 


957 

1  Jesu>,  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Brightest  beam  of  love  divine, 
With  the  early  morning  rays, 

Do  Thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 
And  dispel,  with  purest  light, 
All  our  long  and  gloomy  night. 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  Thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 
All  our  coldness  melt  away, 

Warm  and  cheer  us,  forth  to  go; 
Gladly  serve  Thee  and  obey, 
All  our  life's  short  earthly  day. 

3  Thou,  our  only  hope  and  guide, 

Never  leave  us  nor  forsake; 
Keep  us  ever  at  Thy  side, 

Till  th'  eternal  morning  break  ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill, 
Onward,  upward,  homeward  still. 

Christian  Knorr  von  Rosenroth.    (1636 — 1689.)    1664. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick.    1862.  ab.  and  alt. 


958 


Morning  Hymn.  7-6L. 

1  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 


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Dayspring  from  on  high,  be  near; 
Daystar,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see: 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  divine, 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  Thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1740. 
,-.  --  /-,  Cause  Thy  Face  to  shine. 

959  pi.  lxvii.  7-  si. 

1  On  Thy  Church,  O  Power  divine, 
Cause  Thy  glorious  face  to  shine ; 
Till  the  nations,  from  afar, 

Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star: 
Till  her  sons,  from  zone  to  zone, 
Make  Thy  great  salvation  known. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land  ; 
Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase, 
Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace, 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber.    (1773 — 1862.)     1829. 


960 


Goi?ig  to  Church. 
Ps.  exxii. 


S.  P.  M. 


1  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  His  royal  throne; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there . 


He  bids  the  saints  be  glad; 
He  makes  the  sinner  sad ; 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"Peace  to  this  sacred  house!" 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 
And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  His  blest  abode, 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1740.)    1719. 
9^^  " 'Heaven  begtin  below."  S.  P.  M. 

i  'T  IS  heaven  begun  below 
To  hear  Christ's  praises  flow 

In  Zion,  where  His  name  is  known : 
What  will  it  be  above 
To  sing  redeeming  love, 

And  cast  our  crowns  before  His  throne  ! 

2  When  we  adore  Him  there, 
We  shall  be  void  of  fear. 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  nor  patience  need  : 

Love  will  absorb  us  quite, 

Love,  in  the  midst  of  light, 
On  God's  eternal  love  shall  feed. 

3  O  what  sweet  company 

We  then  shall  hear  and  see ; 
What  harmony  will  there  abound, 

When  souls  unnumbered  sing 

The  praise  of  Zion's  King, 
Xor  one  dissenting  voice  is  found  ! 

4  With  everlasting  joy, 
Such  as  will  never  cloy, 

We  shall  be  filled,  nor  wish  for  more; 

Bright  as  meridian  day, 

Calm  as  the  evening  ray, 
Full  as  a  sea  without  a  shore. 

5  Till  that  blest  period  come, 
Zion  shall  be  my  home ; 

And  may  I  never  thence  remove, 
Till  from  the  Church  below 
To  that  on  high  I  go, 

And  there  commune  in  perfect  love. 

Re%\  Joseph  Swain.    (1761 — 1796.)    1792.  si.  alt. 


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r\f\'J     "Speak,  for  Thy  Servant  heareth."      8,  J,  4. 
y^-*— <  1  Sam.  iii.  10 

i   In  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 

We,  Thy  people,  now  draw  near : 

Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 

Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear, 

Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened. 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  Thy  glory 
YVithout  clouds  in  heaven  we  sec. 

3  There  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

Thee  Thy  people  shall  adore ; 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceived  before; 

Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmixed,  and  evermore. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    1S15. 
y03  Dismission.  8,  7,4. 

1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace : 

O  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound : 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 

May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

Hon.  and  Rev.  Walter  Shirley.    (1725 — 1786.)  1774. 


For  the  great  Congregation. 
Hab.  ii.  20. 


964 

I  God  is  in  His  holy  temple, 

All  the  earth,  keep  silence  here; 
Worship  Him  in  truth  and  spirit, 
Reverence  Him  with  godly  fear ; 

Holy,  holy, 
Lord  of  hosts,  our  Lord,  appear. 


8,7.4- 


2  God  in  Christ  reveals  His  presence, 

Throned  upon  the  mercy-seat: 
Saints,  rejoice,  and  sinners,  tremble ; 
Each  prepare  his  God  to  meet ; 

Lowly,  lowly 
Bow  adoring  at  His  feet. 

3  Hail  Him  here  with  songs  of  praises, 

Him  with  prayers  of  faith  surround  ; 
Hearken  to  His  glorious  gospel. 
While  the  preacher's  lips  expound ; 

Blessed,  blessed, 
They  who  know  the  joyful  sound. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1054.)  1853.  ab. 


n/Cg  Cod  givcih  the  Increase.  8,  7    4. 

7^0  1  Cor.  iii.  7. 

1  COME,  Thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 

Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed; 
Let  each  heart  Thy  grace  inherit ; 
Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed : 

From  the  gospel, 
Now  supply  Thy  people's  need. 

2  O  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  Thy  word  's  designed  to  give  ; 
Let  us  all,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive; 

And  for  ever 
To  Thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

Rev.  Jonathan  Evans.    (1749— 1809.)    1784. 
POO  "  Most  calm,  most  bright."  CM. 

1  Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright 

The  first  and  best  of  days ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saints  delight, 
A  day  of  mirth  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  did  make  thee  shine. 

His  rising  did  thee  raise  : 
This  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  the  common  days. 

The  first-fruits  do  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  that  do  a  Sabbath  love 

A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  My  Lord  on  thee  His  name  did  fix, 
Which  makes  thee  rich  and  gay: 
Amid  His  golden  candlesticks 
My  Saviour  walks  this  clay. 


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5  This  clay  must  I  fore  God  appear, 
For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine : 
O  let  me  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 
Then  shall  the  day  be  mine. 

Rev.  John  Mason.    ( — 1694.)    1683. 


967 


Yearning  for  Rest.  CM. 

i  When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  for  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week. 

2  How  sweet  will  be  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 
Shall  shed  new  rays  of  light. 

3  Blest  day,  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease, 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 

James  Edmeston.    (1791 — 1S67.)  1S20. 


6  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray, 
Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace; 
I  sing  to  think  this  is  the  way 
Unto  my  Saviour's  face. 

Rev.  John  Mason.    1683.  ab. 


969 


"  The  Day  the  Lord  hath  made.' 
Ps.  c.whi. 


C.  M. 


968 


Sweet  Rest.  CM. 

i   MY  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified, 
He  all  the  pains  did  bear; 
But  in  the  sweetness  of  His  rest 
He  makes  His  servants  share. 

2  How  sweetly  rest  Thy  saints  above 

Which  in  Thy  bosom  lie  ; 
The  Church  below  doth  rest  in  hope 
Of  that  felicity. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  who  daily  feed'st  Thy  sheep, 

Mak'st  them  a  weekly  feast; 
Thy  flocks  meet  in  their  several  folds 
Upon  this  day  of  rest. 

4.  Welcome  and  dear  unto  my  soul 
Are  these  sweet  feasts  of  love; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above  ! 

5  I  bless  Thy  wise  and  wondrous  love, 
Which  binds  us  to  be  free  ; 
Which  makes  us  leave  our  earthly  snares, 
That  we  may  come  to  Thee. 


1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  His  own ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumphs  spread, 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son; 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  the  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God  His  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains 

The  Church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  He  reigns, 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)    1719. 


"  U'e  hail  the  sacred  Day." 
Ps.  exxii. 


C.  M. 


970 

1  WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 

Which  God  has  called  His  own; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  His  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair, 

Where  willing  votaries  throng, 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer. 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

3  Spirit  cf  grace,  O  deign  to  dwell 

Within  Thy  Church  below; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite, 
To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

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97^  Christ's  Triumfk.  CM. 

i   Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom ; 
O  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb. 

3  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

4  Jesus,  the  Friend  of  human-kind, 

With  strong  compassion  moved, 
Descended  like  a  pitying  God, 
To  save  the  souls  He  loved. 

5  And  now  His  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
While,  broke  beneath  His  powerful  cross. 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

6  Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand, 

The  Lord  of  all  below, 
Through  Him  is  pardoning  love  dispensed, 
And  boundless  blessings  flow. 

T.Irs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld.  (1743 — 1825.)  1773,  1825.  ab. 


For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning. 
Ps.  v. 


C.  M. 


972 

i   LORD,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye : 

2  Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting,  at  His  Father's  throne, 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 


5  O  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674— 1748.)  1719. 
7/O  The  Resurrection  0/  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  BLEST  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  Him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  His  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God,  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  Thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise, 

To  our  victorious  King; 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709 

-. ,-,  A  The  Church  our  Delight  and  Safety.     C.  M. 

V  /  4  Ps.  xxvii. 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires : 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  Thy  beauty  still; 
Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  His  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 


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5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around ; 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  Thy  temple  sound. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 
r\r- r1  Going  to  Church.  C.  M. 

y/o  Ps.  exxii. 

1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road; 

The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  His  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  His  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises,  and  complaints; 

And  while  His  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
Ps.  lxiii. 


C.  M. 


977 

1  Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  Thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  Thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power 

Through  all  Thy  temple  shine  : 
My  God  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  Thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  Thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move ; 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  Thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.  1719.  si.  alt. 


978 


To  the  Tempfo  haste.'" 
Ps.  exxii. 


C.  M. 


976 

1  O  't  was  a  joyful  sound,  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 
"  Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 
And  keep  your  festal  day  !" 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 

With  our  assembled  powers, 
In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 

Like  her  united  towers. 

3  O  ever  pray  for  Salem's  peace  ; 

For  they  shall  prosperous  be, 
Thou  holy  City  of  our  God, 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 


A  Day  in  the  Lord's  Courts. 

1  To  Thy  temple  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 

When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  Thou  through  Him  art  reconciled, 
I  through  Him  become  Thy  child; 
Abba,  Father,  give  me  grace 

In  Thy  courts  to  seek  Thy  face. 

3  While  Thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

4  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  ; 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 


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5  While  I  hearken  to  Thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  Thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

6  While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  Name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

7  From  Thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

I  have  walked  with  God  to-day. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)  1825. 


„  ,_,  _.  "Ask  what  I  shall  give  thee.  7 . 

9/9  1  Kings  Hi.  5. 

i  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)    1779.  ab. 


2  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored; 
Full  of  Thee,  they  ever  cry, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high  !" 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S — 17SS.)  1739.  ab. 


98 


Y  "Ye  shall  seek  Me,  and  find  Me. ' ' 

*  Jer.  xxix.   13. 


980 


Willi  A  ngels. 

I  THEE  to  laud  in  songs  divine 
Angels  and  archangels  join  : 
We  with  them  our  voices  raise, 
Echo  Thine  eternal  praise. 


1  LORD,  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

O  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 

Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend 
In  compassion,  now  descend; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay : 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Strong. in  faith,  in  love,  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  those  who  seek  may  find 
Thee  a  God  sincere  and  kind; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 

Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

Rev.  William  Hammond.    ( — 1733.)  1745.  ab. 

" Let  us  stng  unto  the  Lord."  n 

Ps.  xcv.  1. 

i  Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day ; 
Joyful  let  the  season  be  ; 
Let  us  sing,  for  well  we  may  : 
Jesus,  we  will  sing  of  Thee. 

2  Should  Thy  people  silent  be, 

Then  the  very  stones  would  sing. 
What  a  debt  we  owe  to  Thee, 

Thee  our  Saviour,  Thee  our  King. 

3  Meet  it  is  that  we  should  own 

What  Thy  grace  has  done  for  us ; 
Saved  we  are  by  grace  alone, 
And  we  joy  to  have  it  thus. 


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4  'Tis  Thy  grace  alone  can  save ; 

Every  blessing  comes  from  Thee  : 
All  we  have,  and  hope  to  have, 
All  we  are,  and  hope  to  be. 

5  Thine  the  Name  to  sinners  dear, 

Thine  the  Name  all  names  before  : 
Blessed  here  and  everywhere  ; 
Blessed  now  and  evermore. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769— 1S55.)  1853. 


983 


Delight  in  God's  House.  7- 

1  LORD  of  hosts,  how  bright,  how  fair, 
E'en  on  earth,  Thy  temples  are : 
Here  Thy  waiting  people  see 

Much  of  heaven,  and  much  of  Thee. 

2  From  Thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes ; 
While  Thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  Thy  throne ; 
Here  Thou  mak'st  Thy  glories  known ; 
Here  we  learn  Thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  Thy  love,  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

4  Thus  with  sacred  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  ; 
Love,  and  long  to  love  Thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 

Rev.  Daniel  Turner.    (1710 — 179S.)  1787.  alt. 


God  and  His  Church. 
Ps.  lxxxiv. 


L.  M. 


984 

1  Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  Thy  presence  springs  : 
To  spend  one  day  with  Thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  Thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  Thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  He  makes  our  dav ; 
God  is  our  Shield,  He  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 


5   O  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  Thy  presence  flee ; 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 
r»Q  r-  The  Church  the  Birth-place  of  t/ie  Saints.L.  M- 

y°o  Ps.  ixxxvii. 

1  God  in  His  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundations  for  His  heavenly  praise; 
He  likes  the.  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old, 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told ! 
Thou  City  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  His  last  account 
Of  natives  in  His  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nourished  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


986 


Universal  Worship. 
Juhn  iv.  21 — 23. 


L.  M. 


i   O  Thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung, 
Whom  kings  adored  in  songs  sublime, 
And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue; 

2  Nut  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 

Thy  favored  worshipper  may  dwell ; 
Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  Thy  Son 
Sat  weary  by  the  patriarch's  well. 

3  From  every  place  below  the  skies. 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer, 
The  incense  of  the  heart,  may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  O  Thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 

The  lyre  of  prophet-bards  was  strung, 
To  Thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime, 

Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung. 

Rev.  John  Pierpont.  (17S5  -1866.)  1824. 


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aQh  The  Pleasures  of  public  Worship.        L.  M. 

90/  ps.  ixxxiv. 

1  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  Thy  dwellings  are; 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  Thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and-  Thee  ? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate; 

God  is  their  strength, and, through  theroad, 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719.  ab. 


Christ 's  Promise. 
Matt,  xviii.  so. 


988 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord : 
Dear  Saviour,  on  Thy  people  smile, 
And  come  according  to  Thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  Thee  : 
Ah,  Lord,  behold  us  at  Thy  feet; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  Chief  of  ten  thousand,  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  Thy  face ; 

O  speak,  that  we  Thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  Thy  presence  fill  this  place. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)    1809.  ab. 


2  "There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company ; 

To  them  unveil  My  smiling  face, 
And  shed  My  glories  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  Thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  Thy  faithful  word : 

Now  send  Thy  Spirit  from  above ; 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett.    (1727 — 1795)    1778. 


990 


The  Love  0/  God  s  lied  abroad  in  the  Heart.  L.  M. 
Eph.  iii.  16. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 

By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprest. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength , 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height  and  breadth  and  length 
Of  Thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done, 

By  all  the  Church,  thro'  Christ,  His  Son. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.  1709. 
99^  Flying  to  the  Sliado-jj  0/  the  Altar.       L .  M . 

i  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here : 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost: 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (17S3— 1S26.)    18*5. 


L.  M. 
O  lasset  litis  a  n 


Where  two  or  three." 
Matt,  xviii.  20.  L.  M. 


989 

1  "  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  His  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise ; 


992     "  Gott  ist  gegenvjartig 

1  Lo,  God  is  here :  let  us  adore, 

And  own,  how  dreadful  is  this  place. 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  power, 

And  silent  bow  before  His  face. 
Who  know  His  power,  Hisgracewhoprove, 
Serve  Him  with  awe,  with  reverence  love. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  :   Him  day  and  night 

Th'  united  choirs  of  angels  sing; 


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To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 

Heaven's  host  their  noblest  praises  bring. 
Disdain  not,  Lord,  our  meaner  song, 
Who  praise  Thee  with  a  stammering  tongue. 

j  Gladly  the  toys  of  earth  we  leave, 

Wealth,  pleasure,  fame,  for  Thee  alone ; 
To  Thee  our  will,  soul,  flesh,  we  give ; 

O  take,  O  seal  them  for  Thine  own. 
Thou  art  the  God,  Thou  art  the  Lord; 
Be  Thou  by  all  Thy  works  adored. 
4  Being  of  beings,  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 

Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will ; 
To  Thee  may  all  our  thoughts  arise, 
Ceaseless,  accepted  sacrifice. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.  (1607 — 1769.)    1731. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791-)    1739-  ab. 


Lord' t  Day. 
Num.  x.  2. 


993 

1  The  day  of  rest  once  more  comes  round, 

A  day  to  all  believers  dear ; 
The  silver  trumpets  seem  to  sound, 

That  call  the  tribes  of  Israel  near ; 
Ye  people  all,  obey  the  call, 

And  in  Jehovah's  courts  appear. 

2  Obedient  to  Thy  summons,  Lord, 

We  to  Thy  sanctuary  come  ; 
Thy  gracious  presence  here  afford, 

And  send  Thy  people  joyful  home; 
Of  Thee  our  King  O  may  we  sing, 

And  none  with  such  a  theme  be  dumb. 

3  O  hasten,  Lord,  the  day  when  those 

Who  know  Thee  here  shall  see  Thy  face ; 
When  suffering  shall  forever  close, 

And  theyshall  reach  their  destined  place; 
Then  shall  they  rest,  supremely  blest, 

Eternal  debtors  to  Thy  grace. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.  1806. 


"  The  festal  Morn  is  come." 
Ps.  exxii. 


C.  P.  M. 


994 

1  The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  Thy  sacred  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore  : 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  Thy  courts  ascend 

And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2  With  holy  joy  I  hail  the  day, 
That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away ; 


What  transports  fill  my  breast ; 
For  lo,  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  His  rest. 

3  E'en  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes, 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise ; 

E'en  now,  with  glad  survey, 
I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
Th'  angelic  forms,  an  awful  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo,  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring  ; 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  jov, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th'  immortal  King. 

5  Mother  of  cities,  o'er  thy  head 

Bright  peace,  with  healing  wings  outspread, 

For  evermore  shall  dwell : 
Let  me,  blest  seat,  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enrolled, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell. 

Rev.  James  Merrick.    (1720 — 1769.)  1765.  ab.  and  al^. 
995  "  Welco7ue,  sweet  Day."  C.  P.  M. 

i   Welcome,  sweet  day,  of  days  the  best, 
The  time  of  holy  mirth  and  rest : 

To  God's  own  house  repair, 
To  hear  His  word  and  see  His  face, 
To  learn  His  will  and  sing  His  grace, 

To  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 

2  This  is  employment  all  divine ; 
My  soul,  the  blest  assembly  join, 

And  from  the  world  retire ; 
Go,  bow  before  thy  Maker's  throne, 
Thy  risen  Saviour's  glories  own, 

And  fan  devotion's  fire. 

3  Forget  the  trifles  here  below, 

The  shining  heap,  the  gaudy  show, 

Vain  mirth  and  worldly  cares : 
On  wings  of  strong  devotion  rise, 
Pass  every  cloud,  pass  all  the  skies, 
And  soar  above  the  stars. 

4  To  God  direct  thy  steady  flight, 

Great  Fund  of  bliss,  and  Source  of  light; 

And  there  delight  thine  eyes  ; 
View  every  shining  wonder  o'er, 
With  glad  transported  heart  adore, 

And  feast  in  paradise. 

Rev.  Simon  B-owne.    (1680 — 1732.)  1720.  alt. 


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996 


'Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord."  L.  M. 

i   Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord, 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word : 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing. 

2  "Hosanna,  Lord!"  Thine  angels  cry, 
"  Hosanna,  Lord  !"  Thy  saints  reply; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this,  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Where  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But  chiefest  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee. 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (17S3— 1826.)    1S11. 

r\r\t-l  "Goit  ist gegemutirtig :  O  lassci  uns  anbctcn." 
yy  /  (Abridged  form.)  L.  M. 

1  Lo,  God  is  here :  let  us  adore, 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  His  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here :   Him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing; 
To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  O  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen.    (1697 — 1760.)    1731. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.  (1703 — 3791.)  1739.  ab.  and  alt. 


Praise  waiting  in  Zion.  L.  M. 

Ps.  lxv. 


998 

I  PRAISE,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits; 
Prayer  shall  besiege  Thy  temple  gates ; 
All  flesh  shall  to  Thy  throne  repair, 
And  find,  through  Christ,  salvation  there. 

6  Our  spirits  faint;  our  sins  prevail ; 
Leave  not  our  trembling  hearts  to  fail; 
O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer,  descend, 
And  still  be  found  the  sinner's  Friend. 


3  How  blest  Thy  saints,  how  safely  led, 
How  surely  kept,  how  richly  fed : 
Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 
How  happy  they  who  rest  in  Thee. 

4  Lord,  on  our  souls  Thy  spirit  pour ; 
The  moral  waste  within  restore ; 

O  let  Thy  love  our  spring-tide  be, 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1S47.)  1834.  ab. 
yyy  "O  luce  qui  mertalibits."  L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  who,  hid  from  mortal  sight, 
Dost  dwell  in  unapproached  light, 
Before  whose  presence  angels  bow 
With  faces  veiled,  in  homage  low ; 

2  Awhile  in  darkness  we  remain, 
And  round  us  yet  are  sin  and  pain ; 
But  soon  the  everlasting  day 

Shall  chase  our  shades  of  night  away. 

3  Then,  from  its  fleshly  bonds  set  free, 
The  soul  shall  fly,  O  God,  to  Thee ; 
To  see  Thee,  love  Thee,  and  adore, 
Her  blissful  task  for  evermore. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin.    (1676 — 1749.)  T736- 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.  (1821- )   1S61.  ab. 

IOOO  peace  at  the  Mercy-Seat.  L.  M. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 

'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads : 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet : 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend : 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  time  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  O  may  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

Rev.  Hugh  Stowcll.    (1799 — 1865.)  1832.  ab 


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I  00  I  "  0  quam  juvat fratrcs,  Dcus."         L.  M. 

i  0  Lord,  how  joyful  't  is  to  see 
The  brethren  join  in  love  to  Thee : 
On  Thee  alone  their  heart  relies  ; 
Their  only  strength  Thy  grace  supplies. 

2  How  sweet,  within  Thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  O  may  wc  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode ; 
O  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  Thee, 
With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  given, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on 

heaven. 

5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 

Santolius  Victorinus.    (1630—1697.)  1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.     (1806—)  1837. 

1  UU  £     On  entering  a  new  Place  0/  Worship.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

5  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near: 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear  : 
O  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own. 

William  Ccrwper.    (1731 — 1800.)  1769.  ab. 


I/-»/-kl       The  Pleasures  of  public  Worship.  n    n 

°Q3  Ps.lxxx.v.  7 

i  Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love; 
Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 
O,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  Thy  saints, ' 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
King  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

2   Happy  birds,  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  Thy  altars,  O  Most  High ; 
Happier  souls,  that  find  a  rest 
In  a  Heavenly  Father's  breast : 
Like  the  wandering  dove,  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair, 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

2  Happy  souls,  their  praises  flow 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies : 
On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 
Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

4  Lord  be  mine  this  prize  to  win ; 
Guide  me  through  a  world  of  sin; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  saving  grace; 
Give  me  at  Thy  side  a  place. 
Sun  and  Shield  alike  Thou  art ; 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee, 
Shower,  O  shower  them,  Lord,  on  me. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    1834. 


It\f\  A  "II  is  good  to  give  Thanla 

UU4  Ps.  xcii. 


7.  D. 


1  Thou  who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thou  in  whom  we  live  and  move, 
Good  it  is  with  joyful  tongue 

To  resound  Thy  praise  in  song : 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise, 
All  Thy  favors  to  rehearse, 
And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 

2  Sweet  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  devotion  fires  the  breast, 
When  we  dwell  within  Thy  house, 
Hear  Thy  gospel,  pay  cur  vows, 


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Songs  to  heaven's  high  mansion  raise, 
Fill  Thy  courts  with  songs  of  praise, 
And  in  psalms  and  hymns  proclaim 
Honors  to  Thy  glorious  Name. 
3  From  Thy  works  our  joys  arise, 
O  Thou  only  good  and  wise : 
Who  Thy  wonders  can  express? 
All  Thy  thoughts  are  fathomless. 
Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire, 
And  with  songs  of  praise  inspire; 
All  our  powers  with  all  their  might 
Ever  in  Thy  praise  unite. 

George  Sandys.   (1577 — 1643.)  1638.  alt 
I  CO  5  "  Part  in  Peace."  7  •  D . 

I  Part  in  peace,  Christ's  life  was  peace  ; 

Let  us  live  our  life  in  Him  : 
Part  in  peace,  Christ's  death  was  peace ; 

Let  us  die  our  death  in  Him. 
Part  in  peace,  Christ  promise  gave 
Of  a  life  beyond  the  grave, 
Where  all  mortal  partings  cease  : 
Brethren,  sisters,  part  in  peace. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Flower  Adams.  (1805 — 1848.)    1841.  alt. 

Iz-vy-v/C       "  Let  not  your  Heart  be  troubled."        7.  D. 
OOO  j0hn  xiv.  1.  ' 

1  Calmer  of  the  troubled  heart, 
Bid  my  unbelief  depart; 
Speak,  and  all  my  sorrows  cease, 
Speak,  and  all  my  soul  is  peace; 
Comfort  me,  whene'er  I  mourn, 
With  the  hope  of  Thy  return ; 
And  till  I  Thy  glory  see, 

Bid  me  still  believe  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S— 17SS.)  1762. 
1007  Sabbath  Evening.  7 

i  ERE  another  Sabbath's  close, 
Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord,  our  song  ascends  to  Thee" ; 
At  Thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  Thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth  and  King  of  Heaven. 

3  Cold  our  sen-ices  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin; 
But  Thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive : 
By  Thy  grace  alone  we  live. 


4  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  Thy  love  our  footsteps  lead; 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  Thee  at  last. 

5  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  Thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 

Unknown.    Rev. Baptist  Wriothesley  Noel's  Selection.  1832 


1  <J\J U  Sabbath  Evening . 

i   Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth  as  daylight  fades ; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose, 

At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad ; 
'T  is  the  holy  peace  of  God, 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

4  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near. 
Where  the  evening  worshipper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

5  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  joy  and  peace  in  Thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith.    (iSoS — )    1843 


God  our  Portion. 
Ps.  Ixiii. 


L.  M. 


1009 

1  O  Lord,  within  Thy  sacred  gate, 

Where  we  so  oft  have  sought  for  Thee, 
Again  our  longing  spirits  wait, 
The  fulness  of  delight  to  see. 

2  In  blessing  Thee  with  thankful  songs, 

Our  happy  lives  shall  glide  away  : 

The  praise  that  to  Thy  name  belongs, 

With  lifted  hands  we'll  daily  pay. 

3  Abundant  sweetness,  while  we  sing 

Thy  love,  our  favored  souls  o'erflows ; 
Secure  in  Thee,  our  God,  our  King, 
Of  glory  that  no  period  knows. 


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4  More  dear  than  life  itself,  Thy  love 

Our  hearts  and  tongues  shall  still  employ: 
Thy  love  to  sing,  Thy  grace  to  prove, 
Be  this  our  glory,  peace,  and  joy. 

5  O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God,  Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore, 
To  Thee  frommen  and  heaven's  bright  hostl  I 
Be  praise  and  glory  evermore.  |j 

Unknown  Spanish  Author. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.  (1703 — 1791  )  1738.  much  alt. 


Within  these  walls  may  peace  abound, 
May  all  our  hearts  in  one  agree : 

Where  brethren  meet, where  Christ  is  found, 
May  peace  and  concord  ever  be. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.  (1793—1847.)  1C34. 


The  eternal  Sabbath. 
Hcb.  iv.  9. 


L.  M. 


1010 


Longing  after  Cod. 
Ps.  lxiii. 


L.  M. 


1  Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  Thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  Thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  Gcd ; 
And  I  am  Thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  Thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  Thee  I  long,  to  Thee  I  look; 
As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  waterbrook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t' appear 

Among  Thy  saints,  and  seek  Thy  face  : 
Oft  have  I  seen  Thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  : 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1719.  ab. 


Delight  in.  God's  House. 
Ps.  exxii. 


L.  M. 


IOII 

1  Sweet  is  the  solemn  voice  that  calls 

The  Christian  to  the  house  of  prayer  ; 
I  love  to  stand  within  its  walls, 

For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  present  there. 

2  I  love  to  tread  the  hallowed  courts, 

Where  two  or  three  for  worship  meet ; 
For  thither  Christ  Himself  resorts, 
And  makes  the  little  band  complete. 

3  'Tis  sweet  to  raise  the  common  song, 

To  join  in  holy  praise  and  love ; 
And  imitate  the  blessed  throng 

That  mingle  hearts  and  songs  above. 


012 

LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  Thy  day,  in  this  Thy  house; 
And  own  as  grateful  sacrifice 
The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above : 
To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  hope  and  strong  desire. 

No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

O  long-expected  day,  begin  ; 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.   (1702 — 1751.)    1755.  alt. 
■013  Sabbath  Evening.  L.  M. 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there: 

For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still, 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below : 

The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

Season  of  rest,  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love  ; 

And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long: 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod, 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

James  Edmeston.    (1791 — 1867  )  ?8?.o.  ab. 


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1  014  "  Now  we  pari."  L.  M. 

i   LORD,  now  we  part  in  Thy  blest  name, 
In  which  wc  here  together  came; 
Grant  us,  our  few  remaining  clays, 
To  work  Thy  will,  and  spread  Thy  praise. 

2  Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  bless 
Thee,  Lord,our  strength  and  righteousness ; 
Grant  that  wc  all  may  meet  above, 
Where  wc  shall  better  sing  Thy  love. 

3  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
lie  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Rev.  John  Dracup.    (— 1795-)  *787-  a'1- 
I O I J  At  Dismission.  L.  M. 

i  Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  arc  guilty,  Thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart.    (1712 — 1768.)  1762. 
10  IO       The  endless  Sabbath  anticipated.  CM. 

1  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
How  languid  arc  its  flames. 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive; 
We  would  be  like  Thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  Thee  while  wc  live. 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  will  end  ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine; 
For  ever  feed  on  heavenly  fare, 
And  feast  on  love  divine ; 

5  Where  we,  in  high  seraphic  strains, 

Shall  all  our  powers  employ, 


Delighted  range  th'  ethereal  plains, 

And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 
Rev.  Simon  Browne.    (1680 — 1732.)  1720.    ab.  and  alt 

It\  t  t-t     The  Blessedness  of  God's  Service.  C.  M. 

OI/  Ps.  lxxx.v. 

1  How  lovely  are  Thy  dwellings  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  how  dear 
The  pleasant  tabernacles  are, 
Where  Thou  dost  dwell  so  near. 

2  My  soul  doth  long  and  almost  die 

Thy  courts,  O  Lord,  to  see ; 
My  heart  and  flesh  aloud  do  cry, 
O  living  God,  for  Thee. 

3  Happy,  who  in  Thy  house  reside, 
Where  Thee  they  ever  praise ; 

Happy,  whose  strength  in  Thee  doth  bide, 
And  in  their  hearts  Thy  ways. 

4  They  journey  on  from  strength  to  strength 

With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer, 
Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 
In  Zion  do  appear. 

John  Milton.    (160S — 1674.)  164S.  ab. 
X  0  I  U  Evening  Hymn.  ' 

1  GOD  of  the  sun-light  hours,  how  sad 

Would  evening  shadows  be, 

Or  night,  in  deeper  sable  clad, 

If  aught  were  dark  to  Thee. 

2  How  mournfully  that  golden  gleam 
Would  touch  the  thoughtful  heart, 

If  with  its  soft,  retiring  beam, 
Wc  saw  Thy  love  depart. 

3  But  though  the  gathering  gloom  may  hide 

Those  gentle  rays  awhile, 
Yet  they  who  in  Thy  house  abide, 
Shall  ever  share  Thy  smile. 

4  Then  let  creation's  volume  close, 

Though  every  page  be  bright; 
On  Thine,  still  open,  we  repose 
With  more  intense  delight. 

Mrs.  Maria  Grace  Saffery.    (1773 — 1858.)  1834.  alt 

Iat/v  " But  then  Face  to  Face.'' 

Uiy  1  (Jor.  xin.  12. 

I  When,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 
Behold  Thee  all-serene, 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day, 
WiUiout  a  veil  between  ? 


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2  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys, 
To  Sabbaths  without  end. 

Rev.  John  Cennick.    (1717 — 1755O  '741-  a^- 

t  n  -7  n  "  Tke  Day  !Sfar  sfcnt "  s '  M  " 

iUiiU  Luke  xxiv.  29. 

1  THE  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent, 

Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  Thee  our  guest. 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  Thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now, 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er; 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  Thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818 — i?66.)  1854. 
I  02  I  The  Worship  that  never  ceases.  S.  M. 

1  OUR  day  of  praise  is  done ; 

The  evening  shadows  fall ; 
Yet  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun, 
True  light  that  lightenest  all. 

2  Around  the  throne  on  high 

Where  night  can  never  be, 
The  white-robed  harpers  of  the  sky 
Bring  ceaseless  hymns  to  Thee. 

3  Too  faint  our  anthems  here ; 

Too  soon  of  praise  we  tire ; 
But,  O  the  strains,  how  full  and  clear, 
Of  that  eternal  choir. 

4  Yet,  Lord,  to  Thy  dear  will 
If  Thou  attune  the  heart, 

We  in  Thine  angels'  music  still 
May  bear  our  lower  part. 

5  'Tis  Thine  each  soul  to  calm, 
Each  wayward  thought  reclaim, 

And  make  our  daily  life  a  psalm 
Of  glory  to  Thy  name. 

6  A  little  while,  and  then 
Shall  come  the  glorious  end ; 

And  songs  of  angels  and  of  men 
In  perfect  praise  shall  blend. 

Rev.  John  E'lerton.    (1826—)  1867. 
18 


1022  At  Dismission.  S .  M . 

i  Oxce  more,  before  we  part, 
0  bless  the  Saviours  name ; 
Let  every  tongue  and  ever)-  heart 

Adore  and  praise  the  same. 
Lord,  in  Thy  grace  we  came, 
That  blessing  still  impart ; 
We  met  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

3  Still  on  Thy  holy  word 

Help  us  to  feed,  and  grow, 

Still  to  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practise  what  we  know. 

4  Now,  Lord,  before  we  part, 

Help  us  to  bless  Thy  name  : 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 

Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart.    17C2.  much  alt 

I/~v«o         Praise  to  God  from  all  Nations.  S.  M. 

023  ps.  cxvii. 

1  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 

Great  is  Thy  grace,  and  sure  Thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  Thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  Thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 
1 024  TJie  Eventide  0/  Life.  10. 

1  Abide  with  me  :  fast  falls  the  eventide; 
The  darkness  deepens;  Lord,  with  me  abide; 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  0  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 

0  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me. 

3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word  ; 
But,  asThoudwclPst  with  Thydisciples,Lordj 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me.. 

4  Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings ; 
But  kindand  good, withhealingin  Thy  wings; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea ; 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me. 


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5  Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youthdidst  smile; '  j 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  mean- 
while, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee. 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 


6  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour: 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
•Vho  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine, O  abide  with  me. 


7  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless , 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness ;  j 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  vic- 
tory ? 

I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

8  Hold  Thou  Thy  crossbeforemyclosingeyes; 
Shine  thro'  the  gloom  and  point  me  to  the  skies; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793— 1847.)    1847.       I 


1025  Parting  Hymn.  I O. 

i  SAVIOUR,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise, 
With  one  accord,  our  parting  hymn  of  praise; 
We  stand  to  bless  Thee  ere  our  worship  cease, 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of  peace. 

2  GrantusThypeaceuponourhomewardway:  2 
With  Thee  began,  with  Thee'shall  end  the  day ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from 

shame, 
That  in  thishouse  havecalled  upon  Thy  Name. 

3  Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the 

coming  night,  |J 

Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 
From  harm  and  danger  keepThy  children  free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  Thee. 

4  Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly 

life, 
Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife  ; 
Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict 

cease. 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

Rev.  John  Ellcrton.    (1826 — )    1866. 


020  "Fading,  still  fading."  P.  M. 

FADI\G,still  fading,  thelast  beam  isshining, 
Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining, 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light. 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth   with 

the  night : 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning- 
bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,save  me  fromcrime. 
Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord. 

Father  in  heaven,  O  hear  when  we  call, 
Hear,for  Christ's  sake, who  is  Saviour  of  all: 
Feeble  and  fainting  we  trust  in  Thy  might ; 
In  doubting  and  darkness  Thy  love  be  our 

light; 
Let  us  sleep  on  Thy  breast  while  the  night 

taper  burns, 
Wake  in  Thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 

Father,  have  mercy,  &c. 

Unknown  Author.     '3i<3- 
\J4f         "  Morgenghtnz  der  E-jjigkcit."  P.M. 

DAYSPRING  of  Eternity. 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Dawn  on  us,  that  we  may  see 

Clouds  and  darkness  flee  before  Thee ; 
Drive  afar,  with  conquering  might, 
All  our  night. 

Let  Thy  grace,  like  morning  dew, 
Fall  on  hearts  in  Thee  confiding, 

Thy  sweet  comfort,  ever  new, 

Fill  our  souls  with  strength  abiding; 

And  Thy  quickening  eyes  behold 
Thy  dear  fold. 

Give  the  flame  of  love,  to  burn 
Till  the  bands  of  sin  it  breaketh, 

Till,  at  each  new  day's  return 
Purer  light  my  soul  awaketh ; 

O,  ere  twilight  come,  let  me 
Rise  to  Thee. 

Thou  that  hast  gone  up  on  high, 

Grant  that  when  Thy  trumpet  soundeth, 

When  with  glory,  in  the  sky, 

Thee  the  cloud  of  saints  surroundeth, 

We  may  stand  among  Thine  own, 
Round  Thy  throne. 


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5  Lead  us  to  the  golden  shore, 

O  Thou  rising  Sun  of  Morning, 
Lead  where  tears  shall  flow  no  more, 

Where  all  sighs  to  songs  are  turning, 
Where  Thy  glory  sheds  alway 
Perfect  day. 

Christian  Knorr  von  Rosenroth.    (1636 — 1689.)  1684. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.   (18.29 — )   J863- 

I O  2  O     ■<  n^ec  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, "  7 » 7  -7  »5 ' 

1  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Ruler  of  the  earth  and  sea, 

Hear  us,  while  we  lift  to  Thee 
Holy  chant  and  psalm. 

2  Light  of  lights,  with  morning,  shine : 
Lift  on  us  Thy  light  divine ; 

And  let  charity  benign 

Breathe  on  us  her  balm. 

3  Light  of  lights,  when  falls  the  even, 
Let  it  close  on  sin  forgiven  ; 

Fold  us  in  the  peace  of  heaven. 
Shed  a  holy  calm. 

4  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Dimly  here  we  worship  Thee : 
With  the  saints  hereafter  we 

Hope  to  bear  the  palm. 

Rev.  Gilbert  Rorison.    (1821 — 1869.)  1850.  alt. 


'Abide  with  us." 
Luke  xxiv.  29. 


1029  Luke  xxiv.  29.  L.  M. 

I  Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near : 
O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

t  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep, 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  Him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 

Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 


6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take; 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love, 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

Rev.  John  Keble.    (1792 — 1866.)  1827.  ab. 
1030  T/te  Lord's  Day  Evening.  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go ; 

Thy  word  into  our  minds  instil ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 

2  The  day  is  done,  its  hours  have  run  ; 

And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all, 

The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 

The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 
True  absolution  and  release ; 

And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 
With  purity  and  inward  peace. 

4  Do  more  than  pardon  ;  give  us  joy, 

Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty, 
And  loving  hearts  without  alloy 
That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 

5  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 

The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call; 
O  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad ; 
Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  All. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814 — 1863.)  1849.  ab. 
*  **  J  *     Evening  Song  for  the  Lord's  Day.       L.  M, 

i  Millions  within  Thy  courts  have  met, 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed ; 
Their  faces  Zion-ward  were  set, 

Vows  with  their  lips  to  Thee  they  vowed. 

2  Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 
O'er  island,  continent,  or  deep, 

Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain ; 
To  those  in  trouble  Thou  wert  nigh  : 
Not  orie  hath  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 

4  Yet  one  prayer  more,  and  be  it  one, 

In  which  both  heaven  and  earth  accord: 
Fulfil  Thy  promise  to  Thy  Son ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  call  Jesus  Lord. 

James  Montgomery.   (1771 — 1854.)  1833.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 


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Laying  a  Corner-stone. 
2  Chron.  vi.  iS. 


L.  M. 


1032 

1  THIS  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay, 

We  build  the  temple,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day 
To  guard  this  house  and  sanctuary. 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  Thou  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  hearest,  O  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  Hosanna!  to  their  heavenly  King, 

When  children's  voices  raise  that  song, 
Hosanna  !  let  their  angels  sing, 
'And  heaven  with  earth  thestrain  prolong. 

5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest? 
Here  will  the  world's  Redeemer  reign  ? 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  That  glory  never  hence  depart ; 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone  : 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)  1825. 
I®33  Thankfulness  for  the  House.  L.  M. 

i   SiXG  to  the  Lord  with  heart  and  voice, 
Ye  children  of  His  sovereign  choice ; 
The  work  achieved,  the  temple  raised, 
Now  be  our  God  devoutly  praised. 

2  For  all  the  treasure  freely  brought, 
For  all  the  toil  in  gladness  wrought, 
For  warmth  of  zeal,  and  purpose  strong, 
Wake  we  to-day  the  thankful  song. 

3  Lord  of  the  temple,  once  disowned, 
But  now  in  worlds  of  light  enthroned ; 
Thy  glory  let  Thy  servants  see, 
Who  dedicate  this  house  to  Thee. 

4  Be  Thy  dear  name,  like  ointment,  shed 
O'er  every  soul,  on  every  head  ; 

Make  glorious,  O  our  Saviour  King, 
The  place  where  thus  Thy  chosen  sing. 

5  More  grand  the  temple,  and  the  strain 
More  sweet,  when  we  Thy  heaven  shall  gain, 


And  bid,  for  realms  where  angels  dwell, 
Thy  courts  on  earth  a  glad  farewell. 

Joseph  Tritton.    1861. 
1034  God' s  Tanj>le.  L.  M. 

1  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 

And  heaved  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  and  "all  was  good;" 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  Thee ; 
But  in  Thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 

A  humbler  temple,  "made  with  hands." 

Nathaniel  Parker  Willis.    (1807— 1867.)    1826.  ab. 
^"JJ        On  opening  a  Place  for  Worship.  7- 

1  Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise : 
Thou  Thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  Thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread; 
Here  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  Thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  Thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  !  earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply ; 
Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

James  Montgomery.   1825. 


IO36 


Prayer  of  Dedication. 
Ps.  exxxii. 


C.  M. 


I  Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
And  enter  to  Thy  rest: 
Lo,  Thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 


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2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spiiit  and  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 

And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine, 
Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine, 

5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 

And  as  His  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)  1719. 
I  03  7  God's  Blessing  invoked.  C.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 

Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  Thee. 

2  Lord,  from  Thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  walls  t'  abide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end 
Serenely  by  Thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds,  that  worship  here, 

Be  taught  the  better  way ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray, 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm. 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 

William  Cullen  Bryant.    (1794 — )  1835. 

Ir\f\Q     Christ's  Beneficence  a  Pattern/or  us.   L.  M. 
03 5  Actsx.  38. 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  His  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 


3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  nonccan  love,  whom  nonecan  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank ; 

4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  the  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons.    (17:0 — 1785.)    17C4. 
1039  The  useful  L  i/e.  L .  M . 

1  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent, 

Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will : 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went ; 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;   'tis  not  for  naught ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  : 

Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not; 

The  Master  praises,  — what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on;  enough,  while  here, 

If  He  shall  praise  thee,  if  He  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer: 
No  toil  for  Him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
The  midnight  peal:  "Behold,  I  come!" 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1S08 — )  1857.  ab. 


The  Christian  Graces. 
1  Cor.  xiii.  13. 


D.  M. 


T040 

i  FAITH,  hope,  and  charitv,  these  three, 
Yet  is  the  greatest  charity : 
Father  of  lights,  these  gifts  impart 
To  mine  and  every  human  heart. 

2  Faith,  that  in  prayer  can  never  fail; 
Hope,  that  o'er  doubting  must  prevail; 
And  charity,  whose  name  above 

Is  God's  own  name,  for  "God  is  love." 

3  The  morning  star  is  lost  in  light, 
Faith  vanishes  at  perfect  sight, 
The  rainbow  passes  with  the  storm, 
And  hope  with  sorrow's  fading  form ; 

4  But  charity,  serene,  sublime, 
Beyond  the  range  of  death  and  time, 
Like  the  blue  sky's  all-'bounding  space. 
Holds  heaven  and  earth  in  its  embrace. 

James  Montgomery.    185^- 


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1 04 1  Charity.  L.  M. 

1  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  offering  laid  on  mercy's  shrine, 

Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 

2  In  true  and  inward  faith  we  trace 
The  source  of  every  outward  grace ; 
Within  the  pious  heart  it  plays, 

A  living  fount  of  joy  and  praise. 

3  Kind  deeds  of  peace  and  love  betray 
Where'er  the  stream  has  found  its  way ; 
But,  where  these  spring  not  rich  and  fair, 
The  stream  has  never  wandered  there. 

Rev.  William  Hamilton  Drummond.  (1772 — 1856.)  1818.  ab. 

1042  Charitable  Collections.  L.  M. 

1  O  LORD  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
To  Thee  all  praise  and  glory  be ; 
How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee, 

Who  givest  all? 

2  Thou  didst  not  spare  Thine  only  Son, 
But  gav'st  Him  for  a  world  undone, 
And  freely  with  that  Blessed  One 

Thou  givest  all. 

3  Thou  giv'st  the  Spirit's  blessed  dower, 
Spirit  of  life,  and  love,  and  power, 
And  dost  His  sevenfold  graces  shower 

Upon  us  all. 

4  For  souls  redeemed,  for  sins  forgiven, 
For  means  of  grace  and  hopes  of  heaven, 
What  can  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  be  given, 

Who  givest  all  ? 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807 — )  1S63.  ab.  and  alt. 

I.-.  .  ^  Care  of  the  Poor.  L.  M. 

O43  ps.  xli. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  spirit  shares 
A  suffering  brother's  wants  and  cares : 
The  Lord  will  visit  him  in  grief, 
And  bring  his  trials  sweet  relief. 

2  The  sinner's  Friend  delights  to  see 
His  people  kind  and  good  as  He  ; 
And  bids  them  each  with  each  unite 
To  make  their  common  burden  light. 

3  That  burden  well  the  Saviour  knows  ; 
He  bore  on  earth  our  sins  and  woes ; 
By  friends  betrayed,  by  foes  assailed, 
Yet  love  divine  o'er  all  prevailed. 


4  That  love,  O  Lord,  still  let  us  share, 
Still  lead  us  on  through  foe  and  snare, 
Till  we  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 
And  lose  ourselves  and  earth  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.     {1793 — 1847.)  1S34. 
1 044  Liberality.  L.  M. 

1  O  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 

Around  the  Majesty  of  heaven: 
Rebels  He  deigns  to  call  His  sons, 

Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine, 

The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun ; 
Hold  forth  your  fair  though  feeble  light ; 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings 

Swift  fly  your  gifts  and  charity  ; 
The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe, 
To  pain  and  sickness  health  apply. 

4  Pity  the  weeping  widow's  woe, 

And  be  her  counsellor  and  stay ; 
Adopt  the  fatherless,  and  smooth 
To  useful,  happy  life,  his  way. 

5  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 

Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn ; 
Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 

And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons.  (1720—1785.)  1784.  ab.  and  alt 


}'e  have  done  it  unto  Mi." 
Matt.  xxv.  40. 


C.  M. 


1045 

1  JESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace, 
Thy  bounties  how  complete  : 

How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum, 
How  pay  the  mighty.debt. 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  Thou  exalted  shine ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  Thy  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  mayest  be  clothed  and  fod, 

And  visited  and  cheered; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 


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5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 
I  in  Thy  poor  would  see  ; 
O  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread 
Than  hold  it  back  from  Thee. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702— 1751.)  1755. 


:  TIu  Poo?-  always  ivith  yon. ' 
Matt.  xxvi.  11. 


C.  M. 


1046 

1  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill; 
And  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make  ; 

But  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

Rev.  William  Croswell.    (1804 — 1851.)  1831. 
1047  Following  Christ.  CM. 

1  O  Thou,  great  Teacher  from  the  skies, 

Who  lived  and  died  for  men; 
Teach  us  with  Thee  to  sympathize, 
And  be  as  Thou  wast  then. 

2  It  was  the  glory  of  Thy  heart, 

Whate'er  Thou  hadst  to  give  ; 
For  otheis'  sufferings  to  impart, 
For  others'  good  to  live. 

3  Be  Thou  in  us  a  living  soul ; 

Be  Thou  our  spirit's  power; 
Its  secret  thought,  its  life's  control, 
To  guide  it  every  hour. 

4  We  need  like  Thee  a  spirit  true, 

A  just  and  generous  mind, 

Which  seeks,  in  all  it  has  to  do, 

The  good  of  all  mankind. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham.   (1799 — 1872.)  1872. 

IA  .  Q        "A  Treasure  in  the  Heaziens."  C  M. 

O4O  Luke  xiL  33. 

i  The  seeds,  which  piety  and  love 
Have  scattered  here  below, 
Ir.  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 


2  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give 
At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
And  heaven  at  large  repay. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.     1755-  ab. 


Losing  one  another. 
1  John  iv.  11. 


C.  M. 


1049 

i   How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee, 
Thou  living  God  most  high, 
But  loving  this  Thy  family, 

For  which  Thou  deign 'dst  to  die? 

2  If  Thou  for  me  such  love  didst  bear, 

Shall  I  not  love  again? 
For  all  are  objects  of  Thy  care ; 
Thy  love  doth  all  sustain. 

3  If  we  have  love  for  Thee  in  heaven, 

'Tis  seen  by  love  on  earth ; 
Love  only,  love  which  God  hath  given, 
Doth  prove  our  heavenly  birth. 

4  Love  is  of  life  the  only  sign, 

Love  is  our  vital  breath ; 
Love  only  shows  the  child  divine, 
Love  only  conquers  death. 

5  Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  go, 

Let  love  our  sonship  prove  : 
Our  lives  the  fire  celestial  show, 
Our  thoughts  and  words  be  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Williams.    (1802—1865.)    1842.  ab.  and  alt. 
1050  Waiting  for  Light.  CM. 

1  O  very  God  of  very  God, 

And  very  Light  of  Light, 
Whose  feet  this  earth's  dark  valley  trod, 
That  so  it  might  be  bright ; 

2  Our  hopes  are  weak,  our  fears  are  strong 

Thick  darkness  blinds  our  eyes; 
Cold  is  the  night,  and  O  we  long 
That  Thou,  our  Sun,  wouldst  rise. 

3  And  even  now,  though  dull  and  grey, 

The  east  is  brightening  fast, 
And  kfndling  to  the  perfect  day, 
That  never  shall  be  past. 

4  O  guide  us  till  our  path  is  done, 

And  we  have  reached  the  shore 
Where  Thou,  our  everlasting  Sun, 
Art  shining  evermore. 


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5  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 
To  where  the  daylight  springs, 
Till  Thou  shalt  come  our  gloom  to  chase, 
With  healing  on  Thy  wings. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818 — 1866.)  1854.  ab. 
I  05  I  Tlte  winning  Side.  C.  M. 

1  Workman  of  God,  O  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

2  Thrice  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible. 

3  Blest  too  is  he  who  can  divine, 

Where  real  right  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye. 

4  Then  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men, 

And  learn  to  lose  with  God; 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  His  road. 

5  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God; 

And  right  the  day  must  win; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.     (18 14 — 1863.)   1849.    ab. 

rn^n     il  It  is  more  blessed  to  giz'e  than  to    8,  7.  81. 
'•"O  receive."    Acts  xx.  35. 

1  LORD  of  glory,  who  hast  bought  us 

With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 
Never  grudging  from  the  lost  ones 

That  tremendous  sacrifice, 
And  with  that  hast  freely  given 

Blessings  countless  as  the  sand, 
To  th'  unthankful  and  the  evil, 

With  Thine  own  unsparing  hand; 

2  Wondrous  honor  hast  Thou  given 

To  our  humblest  charity  ; 
In  Thine  own  mysterious  sentence, 

"  Ye  have  done  it  unto  Me." 
Can  it  be,  O  gracious  Master, 

Thou  dost  deign  for  alms  to  sue, 
Saying,  by  Thy  poor  and  needy, 

"Give,  as  I  have  given  to  you?" 

3  Yes  :  the  sorrow  and  the  suffering, 

Which  on  every  hand  we  see, 


Channels  are  for  tithes  and  offerings, 
Due  by  solemn  right  to  Thee; 

Right  of  which  we  may  not  rob  Thee; 
Debt  we  may  not  choose  but  pay, 

Lest  that  Face  of  love  and  pity 
Turn  from  us  another  day. 

4  Lord  of  glory,  who  hast  bought  us 

With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 
Never  grudging  for  the  lost  ones 

That  tremendous  sacrifice, 
Give  us  faith,  to  trust  Thee  boldly, 

Hope  to  stay  our  souls  on  Thee ; 
But,  O  best  of  all  Thy  graces, 

Give  us  Thine  own  charity. 

Mrs.  Alderson.    186S.  ab. 

IC\  r?  t  Honoring  the  Lord  with  our  Substance.  8    7» 
^DO  Prov.  iii.  9.  ■ 

1  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations, 

Praise  Him, all  ye  hosts  above; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine  victorious  love. 
Be  His  kingdom  now  promoted, 

Let  the  earth  her  Monarch  know; 
Be  my  all  to  Him  devoted, 

To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

2  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 

My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 

All  were  nothing  to  His  word. 
While  the  heralds  of  salvation, 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  His  friends  of  every  station 

Gladly  join  to  spread  His  fame. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Francis.    (1734 — 1799)  17S7.  ab. 

Ir\C  A    "  Cast  thy  Bread 'upon  the  Waters."         8    7. 
U54  Eccl.  xi.  1.  ' 

i  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 
Thinking  not  'tis  thrown  away; 
God  Himself  saith,  thou  shalt  gather 
It  again  some  future  day. 

2  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters ; 

Wildly  though  the  billows  roll, 
They  but  aid  thee  as  thou  toilest 
Truth  to  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  As  the  seed,  by  billows  floated, 

To  some  distant  island  lone, 
So  to  human  souls  benighted, 
That  thou  fhngest  may  be  borne. 


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.4  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters; 

Why  wilt  thou  still  doubting  stand  ? 
Bounteous  shall  God  send  the  harvest, 
If  thou  sow'st  with  liberal  hand. 

Mrs.  J.  H.  Hanaford.    1852.  ab.  and  alt 

I  055  Nothing  our  own.  S.  M. 

1  We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own, 

Whate'er  the  gift  may  be : 
All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  May  we  Thy  bounties  thus 

As  stewards  true  receive, 
And  gladly,  as  Thou  blessest  us, 
To  Thee  our  first-fruits  give. 

3  O,  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 

And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 
And  lambs,  for  whom  the  Shepherd  bled. 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

4  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless, 
Is  angels'  work  below. 

5  The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

6  And  we  believe  Thy  word, 

Though  dim  our  faith  may  be ; 
Whate'er  for  Thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  Thee. 

Rev.  William  Walsham  How.    (1S23— )  1854. 


4  Lord,  may  it  be  our  choice 

This  blessed  rule  to  keep, 
"Rejoice  with  them  that  do  rejoice, 
And  weep  with  them  that  weep." 

5  God  of  the  widow,  hear; 

Our  work  of  mercy  bless , 
God  of  the  fatherless,  be  near, 
A.nd  grant  us  good  success. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.   (1821—)  1861. 
IO57  Obedience.  S.  M. 

1  Happy  the  man,  who  knows 

His  Master  to  obey  ; 
Whose  life  of  care  and  labor  flows, 
Where  God  points  out  the  way. 

2  He  riseth  to  his  task, 

Soon  as  the  word  is  given  ; 
Nor  waits,  nor  doth  a  question  ask, 
When  orders  come  from  heaven. 

3  Nothing  he  calls  his  own ; 

Nothing  he  hath  to  say; 
His  feet  are  shod  for  God  alone, 
And  God  alone  obey. 

4  Give  us,  O  God,  this  mind, 

Which  waits  for  Thy  command, 
And  doth  its  highest  pleasure  find 
In  Thy  great  work  to  stand. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham.    (1799 — 1872.)  1872. 


God  entreated  for  Zio?i. 
Is.  lxii.  6,  7. 


L.  M. 


*'  Bear  ye  one  another's  Burdens." 
Gal.  vi.  2. 


S.  M. 


1056 

1  O  PRAISE  our  God  to-day, 

His  constant  mercy  bless, 
Whose  love  hath  helped  us  on  our  way. 
And  granted  us  success. 

2  His  arm  the  strength  imparts 

Our  daily  toil  to  bear; 
His  grace  alone  inspires  our  hearts, 
Each  other's  load  to  share. 

3  O  happiest  work  below, 

Earnest  of  joy  above, 
To  sweeten  many  a  cup  of  woe/ 
By  deeds  of  holy  love  ! 


1058 

1  Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

And  wilt  Thou  bow  Thy  gracious  ear? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  Thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  heir? 

2  How  shall  Thy  servants  give  Thee  rest, 

Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  Thou  raise  ? 
Till  Thine  own  power  shall  stand  confest, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise? 

Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  view  the  desolation  round  ; 

See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  cast  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
And  call  the  nations  from  afar ; 

Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 


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5  On  all  our  souls  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  in  copious  showers ; 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  Friend, 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.     (1702 — 1751.)   1755.  ab. 


Israel  in  Captivity. 
Ps.  exxxvii. 


L.  M. 


1059 

1  When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 

Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
We  wept,  with  doleful  thoughts  opprest, 
And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 

2  Our  harps  that,  when  with  joy  we  sung, 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings  neglected  hung 
On  wilfow  trees  that  withered  there. 

3  How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sing, 

Or  touch  our  harps  with  skillful  hands  ? 
Shall  hymns  of  joy,  to  God  our  King, 
Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands  ? 

4  O  Salem,  our  once  happy  seat, 

When  I  of  thee  forgetful  prove, 
Let  then  my  trembling  heart  forget 
The  tuneful  strings  with  art  to  move. 

5  If  I  to  mention  thee  forbear, 

Eternal  silence  seize  my  tongue  ; 
Or  if  I  sing  one  cheerful  air, 
Till  thy  deliverance  is  my  song. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.  ab. 

Ir\fif\"  For  God  is  able  to  graff  them  in  again."]*..  M. 
WU  Rom    xi,   23. 

1  O  why  should  Israel's  sons,  once  blest, 

Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around, 
Disowned  by  heaven,  by  man  opprest, 
Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallowed  ground  ? 

2  Lord,  visit  Thy  forsaken  race  ; 

Back  to  Thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring ; 
Teach  them  to  seek  Thy  slighted  grace; 
To  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain, 

Whichhides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light; 
The  severed  olive-branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

4  Haste,  glorious  day,  expected  long, 

When  Jew  and  G  reek  one  pray'r  shall  pour, 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
One  God  with  grateful  heart  adore. 

Rev.  James  Joyce,     (17S1 — 1850.)  1S09.  ab.  ar.d  alt. 


TfvfiT  Grief  for  the  Sins  of  Men.  L.  M. 

1UU1  Ps   cxix    ,36j  ,s8 

i  Arise,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise, 
To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame ; 
See  scandals  poured  on  Jesus'  name  ; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son; 
The  world  abused,  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night: 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men: 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves ; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.  1755. 

Ir\f\'-y  The  Vision  of  dry  Bones  L.   M. 

vUZ  Ezek.  xxx vii.   3. 

1  LOOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye: 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie ; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live  ? 
And  can  these  perished  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  Thee  is  known  ; 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  Thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain  ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  Thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  Thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death; 
Dry  bones  obey  Thy  powerful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

5  So  when  Thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 
Shall  shake  the  hcav'nsand  rend  the  ground. 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    1735. 


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Hoping  for  a  Revival.  L.  M. 

i   While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  Mine. 

2  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  My  face, 

Rely  upon  My  love  and  power; 
Still  wrestle  at  a  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  Take  down  the  long-neglected  harp, 

I've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer : 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey  ;  my  hopes  revive  ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing : 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)    1779.  ab.  and  si.  alt 
IOO4  Prayer  for  Home  Missions.  L.  M. 

1  LOOK  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 

O  God  of  mercy  and  of  might; 
In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray, 
Benighted,  in  this  land  of  light. 

2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  Thee. 

3  Send  forth  Thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened  old, 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  Thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  Thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 

Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 
To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 
Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

William  Cullen  Bryant    (1794 — )  1840. 
■'■'-"-' J  Z ion  rejoicing.  L.  M. 

I   Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string? 
Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  ccp"  declines  to  sin?? 


2  Awake,  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise  ; 

Let  heart  and  voice  unite  their  strains 
Thy  promised  King  His  sceptre  sways  ; 
And  Jesus,  Thy  Messiah,  reigns. 

3  Xo  taunting  foes  the  song  require ; 

No  stranger  mocks  thy  captive  chain ; 
But  friends  invite  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hill  to  wrong, 

If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share: 
A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song, 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 

Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood ; 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home, 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 

Rev.  James  Joyce.    (1781— ,1850.)  1809. 


The  Church  in  the  Desert. 
Ps.  lxxx. 


L.  M. 


1066 

i   Great  Shepherd  of  Thine  Israel, 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  Thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep ; 

2  Thy  Church  is  in  the  desert  now  : 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through ; 
Turn  us  to  Thee,  Thy  love  restore ; 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Hast  Thou  not  planted  with  Thy  hand 
A  lovely  vine  in  this  our  land  ? 

Did  not  Thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dew  enrich  the  ground  ? 

4  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nations  with  their  fruit ! 
But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

5  Return,  Almighty  God,  return, 

Nor  let  Thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn : 
Turn  us  to  Thee,  Thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)    1719.  ab.  and  alt. 


L.  M 


WJ  /  The  Spirit  accompanying  the  Word  0/  Cod. 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 

Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 


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2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light, 

Confusion,  order  in  Thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord,  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet; 
Breathe  Thou  abroad  like  morning  air, 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  Baptize  the  nations;  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S34.)  1825.  ab. 
IOOO  Ziou's  favored  Hour.  L.  M. 

i  Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  Thy  power ; 
Be  this  Thy  Zion's  favored  hour; 
O  bid  the  morning  star  arise  ; 
O  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  Thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
In  western  wilds  and  eastern  plains; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known ; 
Make  Thou  the  universe  Thine  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice : 
Dispel  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

Mrs.  Voke.    1816. 


1  A  wake,  awake." 
Is.  li.  9. 


L.  M. 


IO69 

i  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake; 
Put  on  Thy  strength, the  nations  shake 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah-  God  alone!" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ; 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. 


4  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  clime,  of  every  name, 
Till  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.    (1759 — 1829.)  1795.  ab. 
LSJjKJ  Prayer  for  speedy  Triumph.  L.  M. 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies, 
That  song  of  triumph,  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  Thee; 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Wave  Thou  the  sceptre  of  Thy  reign. 

3  O  that  the  anthem  now  might  swell, 
And  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains. 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns. 

Mrs.  Voke.    1816. 
I  Oy  I  "  O  Lord  our  God,  arise,"  S.  M. 

1  O  Lord  our  God,  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain ; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life,  arise, 

Nor  let  Thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  Thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 

Expand  Thy  quickening  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth,  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing ; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw.    (1779 — 1853.)     i%oz- 

Ii-ki-70      The  Majesty  cf  Christ's  Kingdom.        S.  M. 
U  / *  Ps.  xlv. 

1  My  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Thy  beauties  are  divine ; 
Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  Thine. 

2  Now  make  Thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  Thy  dreadful  sword, 


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And  ride  in  majesty,  to  spread 
The  conquests  of  Thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  Thy  stubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey; 
While  justice,  meekness,  grace  and  truth, 
Attend  Thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right ; 

Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand; 
And  Thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  Thy  hand. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1719.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 

Tntan  Hebrew  Missionaries.  S.  M. 

*  '■'  /  «J  Is.  lxvi.  19,  20. 

1  Almighty  God  of  love, 

Set  up  th'  attracting  sign, 
And  summon  whom  Thou  dost  approve 
For  messengers  divine. 

2  From  Abrah'm's  favored  seed 

Thy  new  apostles  choose, 
In  isles  and  continents  to  spread 
The  dead-reviving  news. 

3  We  know  it  must  be  done, 

For  God  hath  spoke  the  word; 
All  Israel  shall  their  Saviour  own, 
To  their  first  state  restored. 

4  Send,  then,  Thy  servants  forth 

To  call  the  Hebrews  home; 
From  west  and  east,  and  south  and  north, 
Let  all  the  wanderers  come. 

5  With  Israel's  myriads  sealed, 

Let  all  the  nations  meet; 
And  show  Thy  mystery  fulfilled, 
Thy  family  complete. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 178S.)   1762.  ab. 
1074  Pleading  for  all  Mankhui.  S .  M . 

1  O  GOD  of  sovereign  grace, 

We  bow  before  Thy  Throne; 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  Thy  ways ; 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

Melrose.     In  Nettleton's  Village  Hymns.     1824. 


I  J     The  Spirit  creating  all  Things  neiv.      C.  M. 

1  SPIRIT  of  power  and  might,  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed ; 
Creator,  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  Thou  the  word :   that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature,  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ 
When  Thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
How  shall  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 

5  So  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
Thy  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

James  Montgomery.    1825,  1853. 


The  Gospel  for  all  Nations. 
Mark  xiii.  10. 


C.  M. 


1076 

1  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  Thine ; 
And  in  Thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  Thy  greater  love  has  sent 
Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 

Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  Thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons.   (1720 — 1785  )  1769.  ab.  and  alt. 
1077  W atching for  tlu  Morning.  CM. 

l  LiGHT.of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 
Star  of  the  coming  day, 
Arise,  and,  with  Thy  morning  beams, 
Ghase  all  our  griefs  away. 


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2  Come,  blessed  Lord,  bid  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  name, 
And  own  Thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  rapturous  strains  of  joy 
In  memory  of  Thy  love. 

4  Lord,  Lord,  Thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  Thee. 

5  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 
Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 
The  palm  of  victory  Thine. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.    (1796 — )    1839.  ab. 


IahQ   "So  shall  He  sprinkle  many  Nations."  8,  7. 
yj/o  is.  hi.  I5. 

1  Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations, 

Fruitful  let  Thy  sorrows  be; 
By  Thy  pains  and  consolations, 

Draw  the  Gentiles  unto  Thee  : 
Of  Thy  Cross  the  wondrous  story, 

Be  it  to  the  nations  told; 
Let  them  see  Thee  in  Thy  glory, 

And  Thy  mercy  manifold. 

2  Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 

Pants  for  Thee  each  mortal  breast ; 
Human  tears  for  Thee  are  flowing, 

Human  hearts  in  Thee  would  rest, 
Thirsting,  as  for  dews  of  even, 

As  the  new-mown  grass  for  rain  ; 
Thee,  they  seek,  as  God  of  heaven, 

Thee  as  Man  for  sinners  slain. 

3  Saviour,  lo,  the  isles  are  waiting, 

Stretch'd  the  hand,  and  strained  the  sight, 
For  Thy  Spirit,  new  creating 

Love's  pure  flame  and  wisdom's  light; 
Give  the  word,  and  of  the  preacher 

Speed  the  foot,  and  touch  the  tongue, 
Till  on  earth  by  every  creature 

Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  sung 

Bp,  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe.   (1818 — )   1851. 


I,-.!-..-.       The  Lord  makes  ban  His  Arm.  8.7. 

079  Is-  I'i-  10. 

1  Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand, 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  His  word,  in  every  land. 

Mark  His  progress, 
Darkness  flies  at  His  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  "enters  like  a  flood," 
God  the  Saviour  is  preparing 

Means  to  spread  His  truth  abroad; 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  Thy  people  see  Thy  hand ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world  in  every  land; 

Let  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  Thy  command. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1055.)  1B09.  a^- 


Ir\Or\     "A  Light  to  lighten  the  Gentiles." 
OoO  Ll£e  ii,  32 


8, 


1  O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze  ; 
See  the  thronging,  wandering  nations, 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze  : 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Rise  and  shine,  Thy  blessings  bring: 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles, 
Rise  with  healing  in  Thy  wing ; 

To  Thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  May  the  millions  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and  worshipping  before  Him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone  : 

Let  Thy  glory- 
Fill  the  earth,  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 
Speak  the  word;  at  Thy  command 

Let  the  heralds  of  Thy  mercy 

Spread  Thy  name  from  land  to  land ; 

Lord,  be  with  them, 
Always,  to  the  end  of  time. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cotterill.   (1779 — iSsj  )   1S19.  alt 


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2$3 


Light  in  the  Darkness. 
Mstt.  iv.  ib. 


8,  7.  4- 


1081 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 

Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  Thy  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  eternal  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  : 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  ; 

May  thy  sceptre 
Sway  the  enlightened  world  around. 

Rev.  William  Williams.   (1717 — 1791.)  1772.  ab.  and  alt. 

1  Oo2  The  Heathen  catl  us.  8,  7,  4. 

i   Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying, 

Where  no  light  has  broken  through, 
Souls  that  Jesus  bought  by  dying, 
Whom  His  soul  in  travail  knew  : 

Thousand  voices 
Call  us,  o'er  the  waters  blue. 

2  Christians,  hearken  :  none  has  taught  them 

Of  His  love  so  deep  and  dear ; 
Of  the  precious  price  that  bought  them; 
Of  the  nail,  the  thorn,  the  spear ; 

Ye  who  know  Him, 
Guide  them  from  their  darkness  drear. 

3  Haste,  O  haste,  and  spread  the  tidings 

Wide  to  earth's  remotest  strand ; 
Let  no  brother's  bitter  chidings 
Rise  against  us  when  we  stand 

In  the  judgment, 
From  some  far,  forgotten  land. 

4  Lo,  the  hills  for  harvest  whiten, 

All  along  each  distant  shore  ; 

Seaward  far  the  islands  brighten ; 

Light  of  nations,  lead  us  o'er; 

When  we  seek  them, 
Let  Thy  Spirit  go  before. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander.     1S50.  alt 


"  Cry  alouJ,  spare  not." 
Is.  Iviii.  1. 


8,  7,  4- 


IO83 

1  Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations, 

Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth ; 
Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  cf  heavenly  birth  : 

Bear  the  tidings 
Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth. 

2  Of  His  gospel  not  ashamed, 

As  the  power  of  God  to  save, 

Go  where  Christ  was  never  named, 

Publish  freedom  to  the  slave  : 

Blessed  freedom, 
Freedom  Zion's  children  have. 

3  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 

Jesus  will  His  own  defend : 
Borne  afar  'mid  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appeal-  your  Friend ; 

And  His  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.  1806.  ab. 


1084 


Call  to  missionary  IVork. 
Is.  Iviii.  1. 


6,  4. 


i  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad, 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world: 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  the  lofty  throne 

Satan  is  hurled. 

2  Far  over  sea  and  land, 

'Tis  our  Lord's  own  command, 

Bear  ye  His  name  ; 
Bear  it  to  every  shore, 
Regions  unknown  explore, 
Enter  at  every  door; 

Silence  is  shame. 

3  Speed  on  the  wings  of  love, 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 

Bids  us  to  fly; 
They  who  His  message  bear 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear, 
He  will  their  Friend  appear, 

He  will  be  nigh. 

4  When  on  the  mighty  deep, 
He  will  their  spirits  keep, 

Stayed  on  His  word; 


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When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand, 
Jesus,  their  Lord. 

5  Ye  who,  forsaking  all 
At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign ; 
Soon  will  your  work  be  done; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.   (1769 — 1855.)  1820. 


1085 


6,  4. 


"  Speed  on  Thy  Word." 

1  LORD  of  all  power  and  might, 
Father  of  love  and  light, 

Speed  on  Thy  word  : 
O  let  the  gospel  sound 
All  the  wide  world  around, 
Wherever  man  is  found  : 

God  speed  His  word. 

2  Hail,  blessed  Jubilee: 
Thine,  Lord,  the  glory  be; 

Forevermore  ! 
Thine  was  the  mighty  plan, 
From  Thee  the  work  began ; 
Away  with  praise  of  man, 

Glory  to  God  ! 

3  Lo,  what  embattled  foes, 
Stern  in  their  hate,  oppose 

God's  holy  word : 
One  for  His  truth  we  stand, 
Strong  in  His  own  right  hand, 
Firm  as  a  martyr-band : 

God  shield  His  word. 

4  Onward  shall  be  our  course, 
Despite  of  fraud  or  force; 

God  is  before : 
His  word  ere  long  shall  rui) 
Free  as  the  noon-day  sun ; 
His  purpose  must  be  done : 

God  bless  His  word. 

Rev.  Hugh  Stowell.    (1799—1865.)  1854.  si.  alt. 


I  O86  •>  Christ  for  the  World." 

i  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 
With  loving  zeal ; 


6,4. 


The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow-worn, 
Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  prayer : 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  restless  passion  tossed, 
Redeemed,  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord ; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare, 
With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyful  song ; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Reclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 

Rev.  Samuel  Wolcott    (1813 — )  1869. 


The  Kingdom  of  Christ. 
Ps.  ex.  3—5. 


H.  M. 


1087 

1  All  hail,  incarnate  God : 

The  wondrous  things  foretold 
Of  Thee,  in  sacred  writ, 

With  joy  our  eyes  behold : 
Still  does  Thine  arm  new  trophies  wear, 

And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 

2  O  haste,  victorious  Prince, 

That  glorious,  happy  day, 
When  souls,  like  drops  of  dew, 

Shall  own  Thy  gentle  sway: 
O  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes, 
And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies. 

Miss  Elizabeth  Scott.    1763.  ab. 


Gird  on  Thy  Sivord 
Ps.  xlv. 


1088 

I  GlRD  on  Thy  conquering  sword, 
Ascend  Thy  shining  car, 
And  march,  almighty  Lord, 
To  wage  Thy  holy  war  : 


H.  M. 


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Before  His  wheels,  in  glad  surprise, 
Ye  valleys,  rise  ;  and  sink,  yc  hills. 

2  Before  Thine  awful  face 
Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
The  captives  of  Thy  grace, 

1         That  grace  which  conquers  all : 

The  world  shall  know,  great  King  of  kings, 
What  wondrous  things  Thine  arm  can  do. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)  1736-  ab. 
I  O09         "  The  Voice  cf  Jesus  calling."         8,  7.  D. 

1  Hark,  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling, 

Who  will  go  and  work  to-day  ? 
Fields  are  white,  and  harvests  waiting, 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? 
Loud  and  long  the  Master  calleth, 

Rich  reward  He  offers  free ; 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying, 

"Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me? 

2  Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying, 

"  There  is  nothing  I  can  do," 
While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 

And  the  Master  calls  for  you : 
Take  the  task  He  gives  you  gladly; 

Let  His  work  your  pleasure  be; 
Answer  quickly  when  He  calleth, 

"  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me." 

Rev.  Daniel  March.     (1816—)   1S69.  ab. 

Ir\r\f\  "  Come  over  and  help  us."         8.  7.  D. 

UyU  Acts  xvi   9.  ' 

1  Hark,  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky? 
'T  is  the  cry  of  heathen  nations, 

"  Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die." 
Lost  and  helpless  and  desponding, 

Wrapt  in  error's  night  they  lie ; 
To  their  cries  your  hearts  responding, 

Haste  to  help  them  ere  they  die. 

2  Hark,  again  those  lamentations 

Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky; 
Louder  cry  the  heathen  nations, 

"  Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die." 
Hear  the  heathen's  sad  complaining; 

Christians,  hear  their  dying  cry; 
And  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

Join  to  help  them  ere  they  die. 

Rev.  John  Cawood.    (1775 — 1852.)  1819.  alt. 

J9 


I O  9  I  Sawing  and  Reaping.  8 ,  7 .  D. 

1  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 

Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 

Findeth  mercy  from  above  : 
Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven, 

Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine  ; 
Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given, 

Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

2  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 

Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 
Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear; 
Look  again  :   the  fields  are  whitening, 

For  the  harvest  time  is  near. 

Thomas  Hastings.   (1784— 1872.^  iS  6 
I  092  The  Call  to  Service.  8,  7.  Uc 

1  We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 

In  a  grand  and  awful  time, 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling; 

To  be  living  is  sublime. 
Hark,  the  waking  up  of  nations, 

Gog  and  Magog  to  the  fray. 
Hark,  what  soundeth?  is  creation 

Groaning  for  its  latter  day  ? 

2  Worlds  are  charging,  heaven  beholding, 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On,  right  onward  for  the  right ! 
On!  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad. 
Strike,  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  ages,  tell  for  God. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe.    (1818 — )  1840. 
1093  "I  love  to  tell  the  Story."         7,  6.  D. 

i  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 
Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  'tis  true; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 
As  nothing  else  can  do. 
Cho. — I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'T  will  be  my  theme  in  glory, 


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To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 

Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word.— 


Cho. 


3  I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
'Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. — Cho. 

Miss  Kate  Hankey.    1865.  ab. 
1094         "  Uplift  the  Mood-red  Banner. "       7  >  6  •  D  • 

i   Uplift  the  blood-red  banner, 

And  shout,  with  trumpet's  sound, 
Deliverance  to  the  captive, 

And  freedom  to  the  bound ; 
Earth's  jubilee  of  glory, 

The  year  of  full  release  : 
O  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Go  forth  and  publish  peace. 

2  Go  forth,  Confessors,  Martyrs, 

With  zeal  and  love  unpriced, 
And  preach  the  blood  of  sprinkling, 

And  live,  or  die,  for  Christ ; 
For  Christ  claim  every  nation, 

Your  banner  wide  unfurled; 
Go  forth  and  preach  salvation, 

Salvation  for  the  world. 

Benjamin  Gough.  (1805 — ) 


I.-.,-.  r<  "  The  Salvation  of  Israel." 

<-»SO  P.S.  XIV. 

1  O  THAT  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  His  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  His  outcast  home. 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane? 
Return,  0  Lord,  in  pity  ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  a  train. 


65.  ab. 


6.  D. 


2  Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 

Release  the  fettered  heart. 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 

And  bind  Thy  Church  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.  (1793 — 1S47.)    1834. 
I  O9O  «  Soldiers  of  the  Cross,  arise."  7.  D« 

i  Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise, 

Gird  you  with  your  armor  bright; 
Mighty  are  your  enemies, 

Hard  the  battle  ye  must  fight. 
O'er  a  faithless  fallen  world 

Raise  your  banner  in  the  sky, 
Let  it  float  there  wide  unfurled, 

Bear  it  onward,  lift  it  high. 

2  'Mid  the  homes  of  want  and  woe, 

Strangers  to  the  living  Word, 
Let  the  Saviour's  herald  go, 

Let  the  voice  of  hope  be  heard. 
Where  the  shadows  deepest  liQ, 

Carry  truth's  unsullied  ray; 
Where  are  crimes  of  blackest  dye, 

There  the  saving  sign  display. 

3  To  the  weary  and  the  worn 

Tell  of  realms  where  sorrows  cease-. 
To  the  outcast  and  forlorn 

Speak  of  mercy  and  of  peace. 
Guard  the  helpless,  seek  the  strayed, 

Comfort  trouble,  banish  grief; 
With  the  Spirit's  sword  arrayed, 

Scatter  sin  and  unbelief. 

4  Be  the  banner  still  unfurled, 

Bear  it  bravely  still  abroad, 
Till  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord, 
Praise  with  songs  of  holy  glee, 

Saints  of  earth  and  Heavenly  Host, 
Godhead  One  in  Persons  Three, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Rev.  William  Walsham  How.    (1823 — )  1854. 
V  /         "  Go,  ye  Messengers  of  God." 

1   Go,  ye  messengers  of  God, 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly 


7.0. 


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Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high, 

Where  the  lofty  minaret 
Gleams  along  the  morning  skies, 

Wave  it  till  the  crescent  set, 
And  the  "Star  of  Jacob"  rise. 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile, 

And  th'  oppressed  for  ever  weep. 
O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven ; 
Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, 

Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 

Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 
Bear  the  tidings  round  the  ball, 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all, 

Christ,  whose  love  is  full  and  free. 

Rev.  Joshua  Marsden.    1812. 
I  09O       «  yesns<  Love  flu  Nations  fires."  7-  D. 

1  See,  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 

Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace : 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires, 

Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze. 
Fire  to  bring  on  earth  He  came  ; 

Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is; 
O  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss. 

2  When  He  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  His  day; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way  ; 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows, 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

3  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise ; 

He  the  door  hath  opened  wide, 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace ; 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified  : 
Jesus,  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought ; 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  Him, 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  naught. 


4  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 
Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower, 

Drops  already  from  above ; 
But  the  Lord  shall  shortly  pour 

All  the  riches  of  His  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.  (1708 — 17CS.)   1749.  si.  alt. 
IQ99  Zion  enlarged.  7.  D. 

i   "Give  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell," 
Zion's  children  cry  aloud  : 
See  her  numbers,  how  they  swell, 
How  they  gather  like  a  cloud. 

2  O  how  bright  the  morning  seems, 

Brighter,  from  so  dark  a  night ; 
Zion  is  like  one  that  dreams, 
Filled  with  wonder  and  delight 

3  Lo,  thy  sun  goes  down  no  more, 
God  himself  will  be  thy  light; 

All  that  caused  thee  grief  before 
Buried  lies  in  endless  night. 

4  Zion,  now  arise  and  shine, 

Lo,  thy  light  from  heaven  is  come  ; 
These  that  crowd  from  far  arc  thine, 
Give  thy  sons  and  daughters  room. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769— 1855.)  1806.  ab.  and  si. 'alt 

ITAn  "  Go  yc  into  all  the  World."  L.  M. 

IOO  '     Mark  xvi.  15. 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Immanuel's  name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breast  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall,. 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

Mrs.  Voke.    1816. 
I  I  0  I  "  Fling  out  tlie  Banner."  L.  M„ 

I  Fling  out  the  banner :  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide  ; 
The  sun,  that  lights  its  shining  folds, 
The  cross,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 


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2  Fling  out  the  banner:   angels  bend 

In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  Love  Divine. 

3  Fling  out  the  banner  :   heathen  lands 

Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight ; 
And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner :  sin-sick  souls, 

That  sink  and  perish  in  the  strife, 
Shall  touch  in  faith  its  radiant  hem, 
And  spring  immortal  into  life. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner  :  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide : 
Our  glory  only  in  the  cross, 
Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified. 

6  Fling  out  the  banner:  wide  and  high, 

Seaward  and  skyward  let  it  shine ; 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours : 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane.  (1799 — 1859.)  1S24. 
I  I  02  The  Glory  of  the  Church.  L.  M. 

1  ZlON,  awake,  thy  strength  renew, 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue ; 
And  let  th'  admiring  world  behold 

The  King's  fair  daughter  clothed  in  gold. 

2  Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine : 
Then  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

3  Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view: 
All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too ; 
Shall  come  like  clouds  across  the  sky, 
Or  doves  that  to  their  windows  fly. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.  (1759 — 1829.)  1796. 
_  _  -.  _   Light  for  those  that  sit  in  Darkness.       L.  M. 

1  THOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death; 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 

On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  shine  on  distant  lands, 
And  wandering  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Shall  come  Thy  glory,  Lord,  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  courts  to  worship  Thee. 


3  0  light  of  Zion,  now  arise, 

Let  the  glad  morning  bless  our  eyes: 
Ye  nations,  catch  the  kindling  ray, 
And  hail  the  splendors  of  the  day. 

Rev.  Leonard  Bacon.    (1802 — )  1845. 
J.  i.  \J Q.  T/ie  ^Missionary's  Farewell.  8,  7« 

1  Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  thee  well  •. 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well: 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  ; 
Lovely,  native  land,  farewell : 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

4  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell : 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell : 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land,  farewell,  farewell. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith.   (1808 — )  1833.  ab. 
■*■  •*■  "J      Prayer  for  departing  Missionaries.  8,7- 

1  Speed  Thy  servants,  Saviour,  speed  them, 

Thou  art  Lord  of  winds  and  waves : 
They  are  bound,  but  Thou  hast  freed  them ; 
Now  they  go  to  free  the  slaves  : 

Be  Thou  with  them, 
'Tis  Thine  arm  alone  that  saves. 

2  When  they  reach  the  land  of  strangers, 

And  the  prospect  dark  appears, 
Nothing  seen  but  toil  and  dangers, 
Nothing  felt  but  doubts  and  fears ; 

Be  Thou  with  them  : 
Hear  their  sighs,  and  count  their  tears. 

3  When  they  think  of  home,  now  dearer 

Than  it  ever  seemed  before, 


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Bring  the  promised  glory  nearer ; 
Let  them  see  that  peaceful  shore, 

Where  Thy  people 
Rest  from  toil,  and  weep  no  more  :  — 

4.  There  to  reap,  in  joy  forever, 

Fruit  that  grows  from  seed  here  sown, 
There  to  be  with  Him  who  never 
Ceases  to  preserve  His  own, 

And  with  gladness 
Give  the  praise  to  Him  alone. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.  (1769 — 1855.)  1836.  ab. 


God  praised  for  His  Gospel. 
Is.  xlii.  10 — 12. 


C.  M. 


I  106 

1  O  CITY  of  the  Lord,  begin 

The  universal  song; 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  joyful  notes  prolong. 

2  Let  Kedar's  wilderness  afar 

Lift  up  the  lonely  voice ; 
And  let  the  tenants  of  the  rock, 
With  accent  rude,  rejoice. 

3  O  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands, 

Unto  Jehovah  sing ; 
And  joyful  from  the  mountain-tops 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  the  King. 

4  Let  all  combined,  with  one  accord, 

The  Saviour's  glories  raise, 
Till,  in  the  earth's  remotest  bounds, 
The  nations  sound  His  praise. 

Michael  Bruce.  (1746 — 1767.)  1781.  ab. 


The  Millennium.  C.  M. 

Micah  iv.  1,  2.     Is.  ii.  1 — 4. 


I  107 

1  Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow; 
Up  to  the  hill  of  God  they'll  say, 
And  to  His  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beam  that  shines  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 


4  No  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years  ; 
To  ploughsharessoon  they  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts 

Their  millions  slain  deplore; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

6  Come,  then,  O  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  His  shrine ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

Michael  Bruce.  1781. 

1  I  OO  The  Restoration  0/ Israel.  C.  M. 

i  Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust : 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  South,  "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  North." 

4  They  come,  they  come:  thine  exiledbands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  His  works  destroy, 
With  songs  the  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

James  Montgomery.  (1771— 1854.)  1825,  1853. 


Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored.  C, 

13 — 21. 


M. 


1  109  Pscil 

i  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice; 
Behold  the  promised  hour: 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t' exalt  His  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 


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3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  His  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  His  throne, 

With  pity  in  His  eyes ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death, 

Nor  when  His  saints  complain, 
Shall  it    be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1719. 


I  I  I  O  Prayer  for  Home  Missions.  C.  M. 

1  On  Zion  and  on  Lebanon, 

On  Carmel's  blooming  height, 
On  Sharon's  fertile  plains,  once  shone 
The  glory,  pure  and  bright. 

2  From  thence  its  mild  and  cheering  ray 

Streamed  forth  from  land  to  land  ; 
And  empires  now  behold  its  day ; 
And  still  its  beams  expand. 

3  But  ah,  our  deserts  deep  and  wild 

See  not  this  heavenly  light ; 
No  sacred  beams,  no  radiance  mild, 
Dispel  their  dreary  night. 

4  Thou,  who  didst  lighten  Zion's  hill, 

On  Carmel  who  didst  shine, 
Our  deserts  let  Thy  glory  fill, 
Thy  excellence  divine. 

Bp.  Henry  Ustick  Onderdonk    (178(5 — 185S.)   1826.  ab. 
I  I  I  I         The  Glory  0/  the  latter  Days.  C.  M. 

1  OUR  God,  our  God,  Thou  shinest  here, 

Thine  own  this  latter  day  ; 
To  us  Thy  radiant  steps  appear : 
We  watch  Thy  glorious  way. 

2  Thou  tookest  once  our  flesh  ;   Thy  face 

Once  on  our  darkness  shone  ; 
Yet  through  each  age  new  births  of  grace 
Still  make  Thy  glory  known. 


Not  only  olden  ages  felt 

The  presence  of  the  Lord; 
Not  only  with  the  fathers  dwelt 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  word. 

4  Doth  not  the  Spirit  still  descend, 

And  bring  the  heavenly  fire? 
Doth  not  He  still  Thy  Church  extend, 
And  waiting  souls  inspire  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  us  arise; 

Be  this  Thy  mighty  hour ; 
And  make  Thy  willing  people  wise 
To  know  Thy  day  of  power. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill.  (1819 — )  i860,  ab. 

Itt'-*  The  Kingdom  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

112  p3.  lxxii. 

1  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 

The  known  and  the  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  Thy  Son, 
Extend  His  power,  exalt  His  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  His  hands, 
All  heaven  submits  to  His  commands; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  He  send  His  influence  down; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

4  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  His  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

5  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  His  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  His  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 
*  ■!■  ■*■  J  The  approaching  Triumph.  L.  M. 

i  Eternal  Father,  Thou  hast  said, 
That  Christ  all  glory  shall  obtain; 
That  He  who  once  a  sufferer  bled 

Shall  o'er  the  world  a  conqueror  reign. 

2  We  wait  Thy  triumph,  Saviour  King: 
Long  ages  have  prepared  Thy  way; 
Now  all  abroad  Thy  banner  fling, 
Set  time's  great  battle  in  array. 


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3  Thy  hosts  arc  mustered  to  the  field  ; 

'•  The  Cross  !  the  Cross  !"  the  battle-call; 
The  old  grim  towers  of  darkness  yield, 
And  soon  shall  totter  to  their  fall. 

4  On  mountain  tops  the  watch-fires  glow, 

Where  scattcr'd  wide  the  watchmen  stand ; 
Voice  echoes  voice,  and  onward  flow 
The  joyous  shouts  from  land  to  land. 

5  O  fill  Thy  church  with  faith  and  power ; 

Bid  her  long  night  of  weeping  cease ; 
To  groaning  nations  haste  the  hour 
Of  life  and  freedom,  light  and  peace. 

6  Come,  Spirit,  make  Thy  wonders  known, 

Fulfil  the  Father's  high  decree  ; 
Then  earth,  the  might  of  hell  o'erthrown, 
Shall  keep  her  last  great  jubilee. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.  (1808— )  1S60. 

1  ■!■  1  t|.  j,'or  a  Missionary  Meeting. 

i  Assembled  at  Thy  great  command, 
Before  Thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  Thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  Thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, 
Our  counsels  aid  ;  and  O  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  Thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  ; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer.    (1782—1854.)     1812.  ab. 


Cht 


•st's  Dominion. 
Ps.  lxxii. 


L.  M. 


III5 

i  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  succesive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  To  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  princes  throng  to  crown  His  head; 
His  Name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 


3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  Name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again,   ' 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 

t  j  -r  fs     The  holy  City  purified  and  guarded.     L.  M. 
*  ■*■  ■*■ u  Is.  lii.  1,  2. 

1  Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead: 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  various  charms  be  known: 
The  world  thy  gloricc  shall  confess, 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God  from  on  high  thy  groans  will  hear; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)  1755.  ab.  and  sL  alt. 
■'■■»■•'■/  Prayer  for  the  Millennium.  L.  M. 

i  Jesus,  we  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  Thy  face : 
To  bleeding  hearts  Thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  Thy  grace. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  Thy  gracious  eye, 
A  world  o'erwhelmed  in  guilt  and  tears, 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears. 


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3  Lord,  arm  Thy  truth  with  power  divine, 
Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 

And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

Rev.  Nathan  Sidney  Smith  Beman.  (1786 — 1871.)  1832.  ab. 

I  I  I  O     The  Coming  of  Christ 's  Kingdom.       L.  M. 

I  ASCEND  Thy  throne,  almighty  King, 
And  spread  Thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  Thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 

And  be  Thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 

Let  saints  and  angels  praise  Thy  name, 
Be  Thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

Rev.  Bcjamin  Reddome.    (1717 — 1795.)  1S18.  ab. 
*  ~  *  y  "From  Greenland's  icy  Mountains''  7>  °.  D. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand: 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 

vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 

4.  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 


Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.   (1783—1826.)  1819. 

I  I  20  Prayer  for  the  Safety  if  Missionaries.  7>  6-  Di 

1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ; 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below; 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2  O  Thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  Thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm : 
Thy  presence  e'er  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  those  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  Thee. 

James  Edmeiton.  (1791 — 1S67.)   1S22. 
I  I  2  I  The  final  Reign  of  Christ.  7,  6.  D. 

1  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along, 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 

James  Edmeston.   1822.  alt 


1122 


'  Daily  shall  He  he  praised." 
Ps.  lxxii.  15. 


7,  6.  D. 


1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reijm  on  earth  begun. 


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He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth: 
Before  Him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  mountain  dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread,  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 

5  O'er  every  foe  victorious 

He  on  His  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever, 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 18^4.)  1822.  ab. 


■"■•*■  ^O  "The  Gospel  Banner." 

I  Now  be  the  Gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurled, 
And  be  the  shout,  "Hosanna!" 

Reechoed  through  the  world: 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 


7,  6.  D. 


2  What  though  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 
His  power,  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine: 
Ride  on,  O  Lord,  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace  ; 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Thine  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  Thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  : 
Thy  light,  Thy  love,  Thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings. 
The  isles  for  Thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  Thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

Thomas  Hastings.   (1784 — 1872.)  1830. 
I  I  2 4  "  The  Prince  of  Salvation."      12,   II,  8. 

1  THE  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  isriding, 

And  glory  attends  Him  along  His  bright 
way ; 
The  tidings  of  grace  on  the  breezes  are 
gliding, 
And  nations  are  owning  His  sway. 

2  Ride  on  in  Thy  greatness,  Thou  conquer* 

ing  Saviour  ; 
Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit   to 

Thy  reign, 
Acknowledge  Thy  goodness,   entreat  for 

Thy  favor, 
And  follow  Thy  glorious  train. 

3  Then  loud  shall  ascend,  from  each  sancti- 

fied nation, 
The  voice  of  thanksgiving,   the  chorus 
of  praise; 
And  heaven  shall  reecho  the  song  of  sal- 
vation 
In  rich  and  melodious  lays. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith.    (180S — )  1832. 
■li»«j       Gentiles  coming  into  the  Church.  10. 

1  Rise,  crowned  inlight, imperial  Salem, rise: 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes; 
See  heaven  itssparkling  portals  widedif  play 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn 


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THY    KINGDOM    COME. 


In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  Sec  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend; 
See  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  pros- 
trate kings, 

While  every  land  its  joyful  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke 

decay, 

Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 

But  fixed  His  word  His  saving  power  re- 
mains; 

Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah 
reigns. 

Alexander  Pope.    (1688—1744.)  1712.  ab.  and  alt. 
I  I  2D  The  iatter  Dny.  II,  10. 

1  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morn- 

ing; 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain ; 
H  ashed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourn- 
ing: 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morn- 

ing. 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  return- 
ing; 

Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  be- 
hold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing; 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along ; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are 
ringing; 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in  song. 

4.  See,  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the 
ocean, 
Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commo- 
tion ; 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

Thomas  Hastings.    (1782 — 1872.)  1830. 
112/  The  Church  victorious.  II,  IO. 

i   Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness; 

Wake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more : 


Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of 
gladness; 
Rise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

Strong  were  thy  foes;   but  the  arm  that 
subdued  them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  might- 
ier far  ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge 
that  pursued  them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 
of  war. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath 
saved  thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 
should  be; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved 
thee ; 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion 
is  free. 

Fitzgerald's  Collection.    1830. 


1128 


Good  Tidings  fo  Zion. 
Is.  lii.  7. 


8,  7,  4- 


On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands: 

Mourning  captive, 
God  Himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 
Cease  thy  mourning ; 

Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  Thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end: 
Great  deliverance 

Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble  ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed ; 
For  Thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker's  favor  blessed; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769— 1S55.)  1S06. 


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IT  On  A  Fountain  opened."  8,  7,  4.. 

i^9  Zech-xiii.  1. 

i  See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 
Streams  of  living  water  flow ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain, 
That  supplies  the  world  below: 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 
Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay: 

O  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    1809.  ab. 

1  I  3O     For  tlu  Outpouring  0/  the  Spirit.       8,  7,  4. 

i  Who  but  Thou,  almighty  Spirit, 
Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  Thou  favor, 
Heathens  still  will  be  the  same : 

Mighty  Spirit, 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promised  by  the  prophets 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come,  and  bless  bewildered  nations ; 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise : 

Promised  Spirit, 
Round  the  world  diffuse  Thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors, 

Must  be  vain  without  Thy  aid  ; 

But  Thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us  ; 

All  is  true  that  Thou  hast  said : 

Gracious  Spirit, 
O'er  the  world  Thy  influence  shed. 

"  Eriphas,*'  Evangelical  Magazine.   1821. 
■*■•*■  J  ■*■        Christ's  Coming  and  Kingdom.         8,  7)  4* 

1  Lift  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus, 

Partners  in  His  patience  here : 
Christ,  to  all  believers  precious, 
Lord  of  lords,  shall  soon  appear: 

Mark  the  tokens 
Of  His  heavenly  kingdom  near. 

2  Lo,  'tis  He :   our  hearts'  Desire, 

Come  for  His  espoused  below  ; 
Come  to  join  \\r,  with  His  choir, 


Come  to  make  our  joys  o'erfiow : 

Palms  of  victory, 
Crowns  of  glory,  to  bestow. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.   (1708—1788.)  175S.  ab. 
I  132  Success  of  ttie  Gospel.  7,  6.  D. 

1  The  morning  light  is  breaking; 

The  darkness  disappears; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears: 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  hidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending, 

In  gratitude  above; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  riches  stay: 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith.  (1808 — )  1S31.  ab. 
I  133  The  coming  Millennium.  7,  6.  D. 

1  Awake,  awake,  O  Zion, 

Put  en  thy  strength  divine, 
Thy  garments  bright  in  beauty, 

The  bridal  dress  be  thine : 
Jerusalem  the  holy, 

To  purity  restored ; 
Meek  Bride,  all  fair  and  lowly, 

Go  forth  to  meet  thy  Lord. 

2  The  Lamb  who  bore  our  sorrows 

Comes  down  to  earth  again ; 
No  Sufferer  now,  but  Victor, 

For  evermore  to  reign; 
To  reign  in  every  nation, 

To  rule  in  every  zone: 
O  wide-world  coronation, 

In  every  heart  a  throne. 


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3  Awake,  awake,  0  Zion, 

The  bridal  day  draws  nigh, 
The  day  of  signs  and  wonders, 

And  man-els  from  on  high : 
Thy  sun  uprises  slowly, 

But  keep  thou  watch  and  ward ; 
Fair  Bride,  all  pure  and  lowly, 

Go  forth  to  meet  thy  Lord, 

Benjamin  Gough.  (1S05 — )  1865.  ab. 
^*34  TJie  good  Tidings.  7,  6.  D. 

1  How  beauteous  on  the  mountains, 

The  feet  of  him  that  brings, 
Like  streams  from  living  fountains, 

Good  tidings  of  good  things; 
That  publisheth  salvation, 

And  jubilee  release, 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

God's  reign  of  joy  and  peace. 

2  Lift  up  thy  voice,  O  watchman, 

And  shout  from  Zion's  towers 
Thy  hallelujah  chorus, 

"  The  victory  is  ours  !" 
The  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion 

In  glory  and  renown, 
And  Jesus,  Judah's  Lion, 

Shall  wear  His  rightful  crown. 

Benjamin  Gough.   1865.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
"JJ       Prayer  for  a  Revival  of  Religion.  7- 

1  Come,  divine  Emmanuel,  come, 
Take  possession  of  Thy  home ; 
Now  Thy  mercy's  wings  expand, 
Stretch  throughout  the  happy  land. 

2  Carry  on  Thy  victory, 

Spread  Thy  rule  from  sea  to  sea; 
Rescue  all  Thy  ransomed  race, 
Save  us,  save  us,  Lord,  by  grace. 

3  Take  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 
Bring  us  to  a  pardoning  God  ; 
Give  us  eyes  to  see  our  day. 
Hearts  the  gospel  truth  to  obey; 

4  Ears  to  hear  the  gospel  sound ; 
Grace  doth  more  than  sin  abound ; 
God  appeased,  and  man  forgiven, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  joy  in  heaven. 


5  O  that  every  soul  might  be 
Perfectly  subdued  to  Thee  ; 

O  that  all  in  Thee  might  know 
Everlasting  life  below. 

6  Now  Thy  mercy's  wings  expand, 
Stretch  throughout  the  happy  land: 
Take  possession  of  Thy  home  ; 
Come,  divine  Emmanuel,  come. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.  (1708 — 178S.)  1749.  alt 
■*•  •''O       T/ianksgivingfor  a  Revival  of  Religion.        7* 

1  Fount  of  everlasting  love, 

Rich  Thy  streams  of  mercy  are ; 
Flowing  purely  from  above, 
Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2  Lo,  Thy  Church,  athirst  and  faint, 

Drinks  the  full,  refreshing  tide ; 
Thou  hast  heard  her  sad  complaint, 
Floods  of  grace  are  sweeping  wide. 

3  God  of  mercy,  to  Thy  throne 

Now  our  fervent  thanks  we  bring ; 
Thine  the  glory,  Thine  alone, 
Joyous  praise  to  Thee  we  sing. 

4  While  we  lift  our  grateful  song, 

Let  Thy  Spirit  still  descend ; 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

Widening,  deepening,  to  the  end. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (180S— )  1832,  1865. 
■*■■■■  O  /  Zion  enlarge  7' 

1  Who  are  these  that  come  from  far, 
Led  by  Jacob's  rising  star  ? 
Strangers  now  to  Zion  come, 
There  to  seek  a  peaceful  home. 

2  Lo,  they  gather  like  a  cloud, 

Or  as  doves  their  windows  crowd  : 
Zion  wonders  at  the  sight, 
Zion  feels  a  strange  delight. 

3  Zion  now  no  more  shall  sigh, 
God  will  raise  her  glory  high ; 
He  will  send  a  large  increase, 
He  will  give  His  people  peace. 

4  Sons  of  Zion,  sing  aloud; 
See  her  sky  without  a  cloud : 
God  will  make  her  joy  complete  ; 
Zion's  sun  shall  never  set. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855  )   i3j6.  ab.  and  alt. 


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113^  Missionary  Success.  7* 

1  Hark,  the  distant  isles  proclaim 
Glory  to  Messiah's  name  ; 
Hymns  of  praise  unheard  before 
Echo  from  the  farthest  shore. 

2  Hearts  that  once  were  taught  to  own 
Idol  gods  of  wood  and  stone, 

Now  to  light  and  life  restored, 
Honor  Jesus  as  their  Lord. 

3  Blessed  Saviour,  still  proceed; 
Bid  the  glorious  conquest  speed; 
Let  this  first  refreshing  ray 
Brighten  to  a  perfect  day. 

Rev.  William  Hiley  Bathurst.    (1796 — )    1831.  ab. 

__,-_.  The  Victory  anticipated.  7.  rj. 

I  I39  Po.  UxiL 

1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  His  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  His  name  adore; 
Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

2  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
Time  shall  sun  and  moon  obscure, 

Seas  be  dried,  and  rocks  be  riven, 
But  His  reign  shall  still  endure, 

Endless  as  the  days  of  Heaven. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber.    (1773 — 1S62.)  1829.  ab. 

1  X  ^.O     Christ  reigning  over  all  the  Earth.  7> 

i   Wake  the  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea : 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power. 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
"Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  !" 

3  Hark,  the  desert  lands  rejoice ; 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  : 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sings, 

<;  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !" 

Rev.  Leonard  Bacon.  (1S02 — )   1833. 


I  I  4  I  "  The  Songcf  Jubilee."  7*  D. 

1  Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore : 
Hallelujah  !   for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign; 
Hallelujah  !   let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !    hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheathed  Hissword:  He  speaks; 'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away 
Then  the  end;   beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall  : 
Hallelujah !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  all. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S54.)  1819,  1825. 

1  142  "For  thoscin  Peril:'  L.  M.  6L 

i  Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save, 
Whose  arm  doth  bind  the  restless  wave, 
Who  bidd'st  the  mighty  ocean  deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

2  O  Saviour,  whose  almighty  word 

The  winds  and  waves  submissive  heard, 
Who  walkedst  in  the  foaming  deep, 
And  calm  amid  its  rage  didst  sleep ; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

3  O  Sacred  Spirit,  who  didst  brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude, 
Who  bad'st  its  angry  tumult  cease, 
And  gavest  light,  and  life,  and  peace  ; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 

For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

\  O  Trinity  of  love  and  power, 
Our  brethren  shield  in  danger's  hour; 


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FOR    THOSE    AT    SEA. 


From  rock  and  tempest,  fire  and  foe, 
Protect  them  wheresoe'er  they  go ; 
And  ever  let  there  rise  to  Thee 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  from  land  and  sea. 

William  Whiting.    (1825—)  i860. 
*  ^*rO  Prayer  for  Mariners.  L.  M. 

1  While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail, 
Send  Thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous  gale; 
And  on  their  hearts  where'er  they  go, 

O  let  Thy  heavenly  breezes  blow. 

2  If  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  Thine  eye: 
The  wanderer's  prayer  Thou  bend'st  to  hear, 
And  faith  exults  to  know  Thee  near. 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark, 
O  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark; 

When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 
O  keep  them  safe  at  jesus'  side. 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 

Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may  sleep, 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  deep. 

Bp.  George  Burgess.  (1809 — 1S66.)  1840. 


For  Seamen. 
Ps.  cvii.  23 — 30. 


L.  M. 


1144 

1  O  GOD,  Who  metest  in  Thy  Hand 

The  waters  of  the  mighty  sea, 
And  barrest  ocean  with  the  sand 
By  Thy  perpetual  decree  ; 

2  When  they  who  to  the  sea  go  down, 

And  in  the  waters  ply  their  toil, 
Are  lifted  on  the  surge's  crown, 

And  plunged  where  seething  eddies  boil; 

3  Rule  then,  O  Lord,  the  ocean's  wrath, 

And  bind  the  tempest  with  Thy  will ; 
Tread,  as  of  old,  the  water's  path, 
And  speak  Thy  bidding,"  Peace,  be  still." 

4  And  when  there  shall  be  sea  no  more, 

Save  that  of  mingled  flame  and  glass, 
Where  goes  no  galley  sped  by  oar, 
Where  gallant  ships  no  longer  pass ; 

5  When  dawns  the  Resurrection  morn, 

Upon  that  shore,  O  Jesus,  stand, 
And  give  Thy  pilgrims,  faint  and  worn, 
Their  welcome  to  the  Happy  Land. 

Rev.  Richard  Frederick  Littledale.  (1833—)  1867.  ab. 


•rig  "Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish."  12. 

■  ■*■  T-J  Matt.  viii.  25. 

When  thro'  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is 

streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning 

is  gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  sailors  to 

cherish, 
They  fly  to  their  Master,  "Save,  Lord,orwe 

perish." 

O  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the 

billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  Thy 

pillow, 
Nowseated  in  glory,thepoor  sinner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "Save,  Lord,  or 

we  perish." 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783 — 1826)    1820.  ab.  and  alt. 
I4O  The  guiding  Star.  8,7,4. 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me; 

Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  of  hope,  gleam  on  the  billow, 
Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee; 

Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  of  faith,  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee ; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 

Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  divine,  O  safely  guide  him, 
Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee: 

Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Mrs.  Jane  Cross  Bell  Simpson.    1830.  ab. 


Christ  on  the  La  he  of  Galilee. 
Mark  iv.  38. 


8,7.  D. 


H7 

TOSSED  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  O  Lord,  to  know, 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  woe. 
Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 

"  All,  all's  well,"  Thy  constant  cheer. 


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2  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 

Fierce  though  flash  the  lightnings  red; 
Darkly  though  the  storm-cloud's  scowling 

O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head; 
Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 

All  its  noise  and  tumult  still, 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 

At  the  bidding  of  Thy  will. 

3  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 

Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry ; 
And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 

Life's  short  voyage  will  soon  be  o'er; 
Safely  moored  in  Heaven's  wide  haven, 

Storms  and  tempests  vex  no  more. 

Rev.  George  Washington  Bethune.  (1805 — 1862.)  1830.  alt. 

I  I4o  Wreck  and  Rescue.  8,  7.  D. 

1  Wrecked  and  struggling  in  mid-ocean, 

Clinging  to  a  broken  spar, 
Darkness  round  me,  billows  o'er  me, 

Not  the  glimmer  of  a  star ; 
Billows  o'er  me,  and  no  mercy, 

Gasping  as  I  was  for  breath ; 
Night  upon  me,  and  the  coming 

Of  the  darker  night  of  death. 

2  All  the  evils  of  a  life-time 

Bearing  down  on  my  dark  path, 
And  I  sinking, — O  I  tremble, 

Thinking  of  the  night  of  wrath  ! 
Cast  away,  and  lost,  and  sinking, 

Clinging  to  a  broken  spar; 
Suddenly  a  light  from  heaven 

Burst  upon  me  like  a  star. 

3  And  a  voice  spoke  to  me  cheerly, 

Spoke  as  from  that  burning  star, 
"Trust  to  me,  and  I  will  save  you; 

Cling  not  to  a  broken  spar." 
Trembling,  yet  believing,  hoping, 

I  was  borne  above  the  wave; 
And  I  live  to  tell  how  Jesus 

Did  a  poor  lost  sinner  save. 

Rev.  Edward  Hopper.    (181S — )    1870,  1873. 

I  149  ''iVww  danktt  alle  Gott."  7,6,6. 

1  Now  thank  we  all  our  God, 

With  heart  and  hand  and  voices 


Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 
In  whom  this  world  rejoices; 

Who  from  our  mother's  arms 
Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 

With  countless  gifts  of  love 
And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

2  O  may  this  bounteous  God, 

Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 
With  ever  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us ; 
And  keep  us  in  His  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplext, 
And  free  us  from  all  ills 

In  this  world  and  the  next. 

Rev.  Martin  Rinkart.    (1586— 1649.)  1644. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.   (1829—)  1858.  ab. 

I  I  5O        "Hcrr  Gott,  wir  danken  Dir."        7,  6,  6. 

i  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee : 

In  loud  and  happy  chorus 
We  praise  Thy  love  and  power, 

Whose  goodness  reigneth  o'er  us 
To  heaven  our  song  shall  soar, 

For  ever  shall  it  be 
Resounding  o'er  and  o'er, 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 

2  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee: 

For  Thou  our  land  defendest ; 
Thou  pourest  down  Thy  grace, 

And  strife  and  war  Thou  endest. 
Since  golden  peace,  O  Lord, 

Thou  grantest  us  to  see, 
Our  land  with  one  accord, 

Lord  God,  gives  thanks  to  Thee. 

3  Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee  : 

Thou  didst  indeed  chastise  us, 
Yet  still  Thy  anger  spares, 

And  still  Thy  mercy  tries  us : 
Once  more  our  Father's  hand 

Doth  bid  our  sorrows  flee, 
And  peace  rejoice  our  land ; 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee. 

Johann  Frank.    (1618 — 1677.)  1653. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.    1862.  ab. 


Thanksgiving, 

Ps.  xxiii;   ciii. 


i   To  Thee,  O  God,  we  raise 
Our  voice,  in  choral  singins 


6,  7,  6. 


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We  come,  with  prayer  and  praise, 
Out  hearts'  oblations  bringing. 

Thou  art  our  fathers'  God, 
And  ever  shalt  be  ours : 

Our  lips  and  lives  shall  laud 

Thy  name,  with  all  our  powers.  ■ 

2  Thy  goodness,  like  the  dew 

On  Hermon's  hill  descending, 
Is  every  morning  new, 

And  tells  of  love  unending. 
We  bless  Thy  tender  care 

That  led  our  wayward  feet, 
Past  every  fatal  snare, 

To  streams  and  pastures  sweet. 

3  We  bless  Thy  Son,  who  bore 

The  cross,  for  sinners  dying; 
Thy  Spirit  we  adore, 

The  precious  blood  applying. 
Let  work  and  worship  send 

Their  incense  unto  Thee, 
Till  song  and  sen-ice  blend, 

Beside  the  crystal  sea. 

Rev.  Arthur  Tappan  Pierson.    (1S36 — )  7873. 
1  *■  J*"  National  Blessings  recounted.  7 

1  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song, 
Praises  to  our  God  belong; 
Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
Praise  to  heaven's  almighty  King. 

2  Blessings  from  His  liberal  hand 
Pour  around  this  happy  land  : 
Let  our  hearts,  beneath  His  sway, 
Hail  the  bright,  triumphant  day. 

3  Now  to  Thee  our  joys  ascend, 

Thou  hast  been  our  heavenly  Friend : 
Guarded  by  Thy  mighty  power, 
Peace  and  freedom  bless  our  shore. 

4  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
Lawful  rulers  we  obey ; 

Here  we  feel  no  tyrant's  rod, 
Here  we  own  and  worship  God. 

5  Hark,  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  heavenly  notes  prolong. 

Rev.  Nathan  Strong.  (174S — 1816.)  1799. 


I!      TCI         "  Give  Thanks  unto  the  Lord."  ij. 

lDO  Ps.  exxxvi.  ' 

1  Praise,  O  praise  our  God  and  Kingv 
Hymns  of  adoration  sing  ; 

For  Kis  mercies  still  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Praise  Him  that  He  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run ; 
And  the  silver  moon  by  night, 
Shining  with  her  gentle  light. 

3  Praise  Him  that  He  gave  the  rain 
To  mature  the  swelling  grain ; 
And  hath  bid  the  fruitful  field 
Crops  of  precious  increase  yield. 

4  Praise  Him  for  our  harvest-store, 
He  hath  filled  the  garner-floor ; 
And  for  richer  food  than  this, 
Fledge  of  everlasting  bliss. 

5  Glory  to  our  bounteous  King; 
Glory  let  Creation  sing  ; 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 
And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.  (1821— )  1861.  ab. 

It  c->  a      "  Praise  •waiteth  for  TIicc,  O  God."  7 

A  54  Ps.  lxv.  / 

i   Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply, 
Ripened  'neath  the  summer  sky; 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews ; 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse; 

4  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores: 

5  These  to  Thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld.  (1743 — 1825.)  1773.  ab.  and  alt. 


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I  I  55  Harvest  Hymn.  7-^- 

i   Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home  : 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 
Ere  the  winter  storms  begin  ; 
God,  our  Maker,  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied: 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home. 

2  All  the  world  is  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  ; 
First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Lord  of  Harvest,  grant  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  His  harvest  home  ; 
From  His  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  away ; 

Give  His  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast ; 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  His  garner  evermore. 

4  Even  so,  Lord,  quickly  come 
To  Thy  final  Harvest-home; 
Gather  Thou  Thy  people  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin ; 
There,  forever  purified, 

In  Thy  presence  to  abide  : 

Come,  with  all  Thine  angels,  come, 

Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-home. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford.  (1810— 1871.)  1845. 
■  ■*■  3  Thanksgiving  or  Fast.  J.D. 

i  Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored, 
Gracious,  mighty,  sovereign  Lord, 
God  of  nations,  King  of  kings, 
Head  of  all  created  things, 
By  the  Church  with  joy  confest, 
God  o'er  all  forever  blest; 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
Save  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

2  On  our  fields  of  grass  and  grain 
Drop,  O  Lord,  the  kindly  rain  ; 
0"er  our  wide  and  goodly  land 
Crown  the  labors  of  each  hand ; 
20 


Let  Thy  kind  protection  be 
O'er  our  commerce  on  the  sea  ; 
Open,  Lord,  Thy  bounteous  hand, 
Bless  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

3   Let  our  rulers  ever  be 

Men  that  love  and  honor  Thee; 
Let  the  powers  by  Thee  ordained, 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained: 
In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace  ; 
Thus,  united  we  shall  stand 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land. 

Rev.  Henry  Harbaugh.    (1818— 1867.)  i860,  ab.  and  alt. 


God's  Dealings  with  our  Fatlu-rs. 
Ps.  xliv. 


C.  M. 


1157 

1  O  LORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 

In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
And  elder  times  than  theirs. 

2  For  not  their  courage,  not  their  sword, 

To  them  salvation  gave ; 
Nor  strength  that  from  unequal  force 
Their  fainting  troops  could  save. 

3  But  Thy  right  hand  and  powerful  arm, 

Whose  succor  they  implored  ; 

Thy  presence  with  the  chosen  race, 

Who  Thy  great  name  adored. 

4  As  Thee  their  God  our  fathers  owned, 

Thou  art  our  sovereign  King  : 
O  therefore,  as  Thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliverance  bring. 

5  To  Thee  the  triumph  we  ascribe, 

From  whom  the  conquest  came  ; 
In  God  we  will  rejoice  all  day, 
And  ever  bless  Thy  name. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.  ab.  and  alt. 


TJu  Story  handed  down. 
Ps.  Ixxviii. 


1158 

1  LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 

Which  God  performed  of  old ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  His  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we  '11  convey  His  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 


CM. 


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3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  His  works, 
But  practice  His  commands. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1719. 

It  &  f\  Tke  Nation  prospered, avd  the  Church  increased. 
••■Oy  Ps.  lxvii.  CM. 

i   Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine, 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
Reveal  Thy  power  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  Thv  smilinef  face. 


6  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 
His  choicest  favors  here  ; 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore  and  fear. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab.  and  alt. 

TTfin  L  M 

A  x  *-*Vi Deliverance  from  national  Judgments  implored. 

1  While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord, 
We  view  the  terrors  of  Thy  sword, 
O  whither  shall  the  helpless  fly? 

To  whom  but  Thee  direct  their  cry  ? 

2  On  Thee,  our  guardian  God,  we  call; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall ; 
And  is  there  no  deliverance  there? 
And  must  we  perish  in  despair  ? 


3  Sec,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mou; 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn; 

O  spare  our  guilty  country,  spare 

The  Church  which  Thou  hast  planteLl*ere. 

4  We  plead  Thy  grace,  indulgent  God, 
We  plead  Thy  Son's  atoning  blood, 
We  plead  Thy  gracious  promises ; 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

5  These  pleas,  presented  at  Thy  ihrone, 
Have  brought  ten  thousand  blessings  down 
On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  woe ; 

Let  them  prevail  and  help  us  too. 

Rev.  Samuel  Davies.    (1724 — 1761.)  1759, 
Il6l 


2  When  shall  Thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore,  I  j 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 
Let  thankful  tongues  exalt  His  praise, 
And  thankful  hearts  rejoice. 

4  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sovereign  Judge, 

That  sits  enthroned  above, 
Wisely  commands  the  worlds  He  made, 
In  justice  and  in  love. 

5  Earth  shall  confess  her  Maker's  hand, 

And  yield  a  full  increase  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  His  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 


Humble  Confession  of  Situ  L.  M. 

In  prayer  together  let  us  fall, 
And  cry  for  mercy,  one  and  all, 
And  weep  before  the  Judge,  and  say, 
O  turn  from  us  Thy  wrath  away. 

Thy  grace  have  we  offended  sore 
By  sins,  O  God,  which  we  deplore ; 
Pour  down  upon  us  from  above 
The  riches  of  Thy  pardoning  love. 

Remember,  Lord,  though  frail  we  be, 
That  yet  Thy  handiwork  are  we ; 
Nor  let  the  honor  of  Thy  Name 
Be  by  another  put  to  shame. 

Forgive  the  sin  that  we  have  wrought, 
Increase  the  good  that  we  have  sought; 
That  we  at  length,  our  wanderings  o'er, 
May  please  Thee  here  and  evermore. 

Blest  Three  in  One  and  One  in  Three, 
Almighty  God,  we  pray  to  Thee, 
That  Thou  wouldst  now  vouchsafe  to  bless 
Our  fast  with  fruits  of  righteousness. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818 — 1866.)   1B51.  alt. 
Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821 — )  1861. 

102  Forefathers' Day.  L.  M. 

O  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea ; 

And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 
With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshipped 
Thee. 

Thou  heard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the 
prayer : 
Thy  blessing  came ;  and  still  its  power 


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Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves  ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 

4  And  here  Thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 

Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 

And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

Rev.  Leonard  Bacon.    (1802—)  1838,  1845.  ab. 
I  I  03  Prayer  for  Peace.  II.IO,  9. 

1  God, the  All-Terrible, Thou  who  ordainest 

Thunder  Thy  clarion,  and  lightning  Thy 

sword ; 
Show  forth  Thy  pity  on  high  where  Thou 

reignest ; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

2  God,  the  Omnipotent,  Mighty  Avenger, 

Watching  invisible,  judging  unheard; 

Save  us  in  mercy,  O  save  us  from  danger; 

Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

3  God,  the  All- Merciful,  earth  hath  forsaken 

Thy  ways  all  holy,  and  slighted  Thy  word; 
Let  not  Thy  wrath  in  its  terror  awaken  ; 
Give  to  us  pardon  and  peace,  O  Lord. 

4.  So  will  Thy  people,  with  thankful  devotion, 

Praise  Him  who  saved  them  from  peril  and 

sword, 

Shouting  in  chorus,  from  ocean  to  ocean, 

Peace  to  the  nations,  and  praise  to  the 

Lord. 

Henry  Fothergill  Chorley.    (180S — 1872.) 
I  I  O4  Prayer  for  Protection.  8,  8,  8,  6. 

1  From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour; 
From  guilty  pride,  and  lust  of  power; 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour ; 

From  yoke  of  slavery; 

2  From  blinded  zeal,  by  faction  led; 
From  giddy  change,  by  fancy  bred; 
From  poisoned  error's  serpent  head, 

Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free. 

3  Defend,  O  God,  with  guardian  hand, 
The  laws  and  rulers  of  our  land, 


And  grant  Thy  churches  grace  to  stand 
In  faith  and  unity. 

4  Thy  Spirit's  help  of  Thee  we  crave, 
That  Thy  Messiah,  sent  to  save, 
Returning  to  the  world,  might  have 
A  people  serving  Thee. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (17S3— 1826.)  1827.  alt. 
1105  National  Hymn.  6,  4. 

1  My  country 'tis  of  Thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing: 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith.   (1808 — )  183a. 


I  1 00  >.  Cod  save  the  State." 

I  GOD  bless  our  native  land  : 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might. 


6,  4. 


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2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies; 

On  Him  we  wait; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State. 

Rev.  John  Sullivan  Dwight.    (1812— )   1844. 
I  10/  Thanksgiving  for  Harvest.  6,4. 

i   The  God  of  harvest  praise, 
In  loud  thanksgivings,  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice; 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing, 
Forests  and*  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 

The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  His  holy  name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 

Amidst  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise 

With  one  accord; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

James  Montgomery.  (1771 — 1854-)  1822.  ab.  and  alt. 


Il68 


'Wedding  Hymn. 
John  ii.  2. 


S.  M. 


1  How  welcome  was  the  call, 

And  sweet  the  festal  lay, 
When  Jesus  deigned  in  Cana's  hall 
To  bless  the  marriage  day. 

2  And  happy  was  the  bride, 

And  glad  the  bridegroom's  heart, 
For  He  who  tarried  at  their  side 
Bade  grief  and  ill  depart. 

3  His  gracious  power  divine 

The  water  vessels  knew; 
And  plenteous  was  the  mystic  wine 
The  wondering  servants  drew. 


4  O  Lord  of  life  and  love, 

Come  Thou  again  to-day; 
And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

5  O  bless,  as  erst  of  old, 

The  bridegroom  and  the  bride ; 
Bless  with  the  holier  stream  that  flowed 
Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 

6  Before  Thine  altar-throne 

This  mercy  we  implore; 
As  Thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 
So  bless  them  evermore. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker.    (1821 — )    1861. 


Ill 


Love  and  Worship  in  a  Family. 
Ps.  exxxiii. 


S.  M. 


i  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet: 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  filled  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above; 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748)    1719. 
I  I  y  0  The  Lord's  Prayer.  S.  M, 

1  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now: 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near; 
To  Thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come;  Thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  Thy  word  we  live; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 


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4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 

From  Satan's  wiles  defend; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  then  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  Thine. 

James  Montgomery.    1825.  ab. 


Dedication  0/  a  Home. 
Gen.  xii.  7.  2  Cor.  v.  i. 


C.  M. 


II7I 

i   Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 
To  Thee  our  prayers  we  send ; 
O  God,  from  danger  and  from  woe 
This  dwelling-place  defend. 

2  Here  let  Thy  peace,  O  Saviour,  rest ; 

Here  let  Thy  love  abide  ; 
Make  us  a  blessing,  make  us  blest, 
In  all  that  may  betide. 

3  Keep  storm,  and  fire,  and  sickness  hence,  3 

And  danger  and  alarm ; 
Nor  let  the  son  of  violence 
Approach  to  do  us  harm. 

4  Let  our  petitions  when  we  meet, 

And  every  secret  prayer, 
Come  up  before  Thy  mercy-seat, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

5  Teach  us,  in  life,  with  faith  and  love  \$ 

To  do  our  Lord's  commands; 
And  give  us,  in  Thy  time,  above, 
A  house  not  made  with  hands. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (181S — 1860.)  1844.  ab. 


O  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Such  blessings  from  Thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 

And  Thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751)  17^7. 
Michael  Bruce.    (1746— 1767.)  1781.  ait. 

/O        Christ's  Presence  in  the  House. 

Dear  Friend,  whose  presence  in  the  house, 
Whose  gracious  word  benign, 

Could  once  at  Cana's  wedding  feast 
Turn  water  into  wine  : 

Come  visit  us,  and  when  dull  work 

Grows  weary,  line  on  line, 
Revive  our  souls,  and  make  us  see 

Life's  water  glow  as  wine. 

Gay  mirth  shall  deepen  into  joy, 
Earth's  hopes  shall  grow  divine, 

When  Jesus  visits  us,  to  turn 
Life's  water  into  wine. 

The  social  talk,  the  evening  fire, 
The  homely  household  shrine, 

Shall  glow  with  angels'  visits  when 
The  Lord  pours  out  the  wine. 

For  when  self-seeking  turns  to  love, 
Which  knows  not  mine  and  thine, 

The  miracle  again  is  wrought, 
And  water  changed  to  wine. 

Rev.  James  Freeman  Clarke.   (1810— )  1856. 


j  th«  Jacob's  Vow.  C.  M. 

^/"  Gen.  xxViii.  20  — 22. 

1  O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led: 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
'And  raiment  fit  provide. 


Goa's  Blessing-  invoked. 
Ps.  xc.  17. 


C.  M. 


I  174 

1  Shixe  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 

With  rays  of  beauty  shine: 
O  let  Thy  favor  crown  our  days, 
And  all  their  round  be  Thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  Thee, 

Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain; 
Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  Thou  Thy  love  restrain. 

3  With  Thee  let  every  week  begin, 

With  Thee  each  day  be  spent; 
For  Thee  each  fleeting  hour  improved, 
Since  each  by  Thee  is  lent. 


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4  Thus  cheer  us  through  this  desert  road, 
Till  all  our  labors  cease  ; 
And  Heaven  refresh  our  weary  souls 
With  everlasting  peace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751)  1755. 


The  Shepherd  0/  Israel. 
Ps.  lxxx.  1. 


C.  M. 


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i   Shepherd  of  Israel,  from  above 
Thy  feeble  flock  behold ; 
And  never  let  us  lose  Thy  love, 
Nor  wander  from  Thy  fold. 

2  Thou  wilt  not  cast  Thy  lambs  away; 

Thy  hand  is  ever  near, 
To  guide  them  lest  they  go  astray, 
And  keep  them  safe  from  fear. 

3  Thy  tender  care  supports  the  weak, 

And  will  not  let  them  fall; 
Then  teach  us,  Lord,  Thy  praise  to  speak, 
And  on  Thy  name  to  call. 

4  We  want  Thy  help,  for  we  arc  frail; 

Thy  light,  for  we  are  blind; 
Let  grace  o'er  all  our  doubts  prevail, 
To  prove  that  Thou  art  kind. 

5  Guide  us  through  life;  and  when  at  last 

We  enter  into  rest, 
Thy  tender  arms  around  us  cast, 
And  fold  us  to  Thy  breast. 

Rev.  William  Hi'.ey  Bathurst.    (1796—)    1831.  ab. 

Ith/C         Christ  a  Pattern  /or  Children.  CM. 

1  /  U  Luke  ii.  40. 

1  BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

The  lily  must  decay; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 


5  O  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose  years, with  changelessvirtuecrowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine; 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783—1826.)    1812. 
•*•■*■//      Children  recalling-  Christ's  Example.  C.  M. 

1  When  Jesus  left  His  Father's  throne, 

He  chose  an  humble  birth ; 
Like  us,  unhonored  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 

2  Like  Him,  may  we  be  found  below 

In  wisdom's  path  of  peace; 
Like  Him,  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow, 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  His  words,  and  kind  His  look, 

When  mothers  round  Him  pressed; 
Their  infants  in  His  arms  He  took, 
And  on  His  bosom  blessed. 

4  Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  harms, 

Beneath  His  watchful  eye, 
Thus  in  the  circle  of  His  arms 
May  we  forever  lie. 

5  When  Jesus  into  Salem  rode, 

The  children  sang  around ; 
For  joy  they  plucked  the  palms,and  strowed 
Their  garments  on  the  ground. 

6  Hosanna  our  glad  voices  raise, 

Hosanna  to  our  King  ; 
Should  we  forget  our  Saviour's  praise, 
The  stones  themselves  would  sing. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)  1819,  1825.  ab. 
I  I/O  The  gentle  Shepherd.  CM. 

1  There  is  a  little  lonely  fold, 

Whose  flock  One  Shepherd  keeps, 
Through  summer's  heat  and  winter's  cold. 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 

Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die 
Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 


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3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild, 
And  guards  them  safely  home. 

4  O  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me ; 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  Thy  fold, 
That  trembling  turns  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  Maria  Grace  Saffery.    (1773—1858.,   1834. 
I  I  / 9  Christ  dying  to  save  us.  CM. 

1  THERE  is  a  green  hill  far  away, 

Without  a  city  wall, 
Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified, 
AVho  died  to  save  us  all. 

2  We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell 

What  pains  He  had  to  bear ; 
But  we  believe  it  was  for  us 
He  hung  and  suffered  there. 

3  He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven, 

He  died  to  make  us  good, 
That  we  might  go  at  last  to  Heaven, 
Saved  by  His  precious  blood. 

4  There  was  no  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin ; 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 
Of  Heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

5  O,  dearly,  dearly  has  He  loved, 

And  we  must  love  Him  too, 
And  trust  in  His  redeeming  blood, 
And  try  His  works  to  do. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander.    1848. 
I  I OO  Infant  Tongues  in  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 

Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 

If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 


4  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 

Our  mortal  frame  decay; 
Parents  and  children,  one  by  one, 
Must  die  and  pass  away. 

5  Great  God,  impress  the  serious  thought, 

This  day  on  every  breast, 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught, 
May  enter  to  Thy  rest. 

Miss  Jane  Taylor.   (1783 — 1814.)  1809. 


C.  M. 


X  X  O  X         yesus  watching  over  Children. 

i  Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side, 
How  loving  must  Thou  be, 
To  leave  Thy  home  in  heaven  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me. 

2  I  cannot  feel  Thee  touch  my  hand, 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me  as  my  mother  did, 
When  I  was  but  a  child. 

3  But  I  have  felt  Thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Rebuking  sin  for  me; 
And,  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 
The  sweetness  is  from  Thee. 

4  And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down, 

Morning  and  night,  to  prayer, 

Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

Which  tells  me  Thou  art  there. 

5  Yes,  when  I  pray,  Thou  prayest  too  ; 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me: 
But  when  I  sleep,  Thou  sleepest  not, 
But  watchest  patiently. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.  (1S14— 1863.)  1849.  ab.andalt. 


C.  M. 


1 1  -  O  2  «  Speak  gently. " 

jl   Speak  gently:  it  is  better  far 
To  rule  by  love  than  fear; 
Speak  gently:  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  little  child: 

Its  love  be  sure  to  gain ; 
Teach  it  in  accents  soft  and  mild; 
It  may  not  long  remain. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  young:   for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 


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4  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart: 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

5  Speak  gently  to  the  erring:   know 

They  must  have  toiled  in  vain; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so; 
O  win  them  back  again. 

6  Speak  gently:   'tis  a  little  thing, 

Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well; 
The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

George  Washington  Hangford.    J841.  ab. 
I  I  03  Humble  Service.  C.  M. 

i    SCORN  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power; 
There's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless;  none  can  tell 

How  vast  its  power  may  be, 
Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

4  Work  on,  despair  not,  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

Unknown  Author. 
I  I  C$4  TJie  Little  Travellers.  7- 

1  Little  travellers  Zionward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest: 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  His  followers  win. 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

2  Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view? 
'  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land  ;" 
"I  from  India's  sultry  plain;"' 


"I  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;" 
"  I  from  islands  of  the  main." 

3  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last 

At  the  portal  of  the  sky : 
Each  the  welcome,  "Come,"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

James  Edmeston.    (1791  —  1S67.)  1846. 
-^°5  Prayer  for  Humility.  7- 

1  Lord,  for  ever  at  Thy  side 

May  my  place  and  portion  be ; 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 

Clothe  me  with  humility. 
Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed; 
Thou  hast  spoken :  I  believe, 

Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

2  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtlety  beguiled, 

On  Thy  faithfulness  I  rest. 
Saints  rejoicing  evermore, 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust; 
Him  in  all  His  ways  adore, 

Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)  1819. 
I  lot)  Praise  to  Jesus.  7- 

i   Let  us  sing,  with  one  accord, 
Praise  to  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  ; 
He  hath  made  us  by  His  power, 
He  hath  kept  us  to  this  hour, 
He  redeems  us  from  the  grave, 
He  who  died  now  lives  to  save  ; 
Hearts  and  voices  let  us  raise, 
He  is  worthy  whom  we  praise. 

2  Angels  praise  Him,  so  will  we, 
Sinful  children  though  we  be; 
Poor  and  weak,  we'll  sing  the  more, 
Jesus  helps  the  weak  and  poor. 
Dear  to  Him  is  childhood's  prayer, 
Children's  hearts  to  Him  are  dear; 
Hearts  and  voices  let  us  raise, 
He  is  worthy  whom  we  praise. 

Miss  Dorothy  Ann  Thrupp.  (1779— lC.;;.)  :Io3.  ab.  and  alt. 


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I  I  0/  Child's  Evening  Prayer.-  8,  7. 

1  JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me, 

Bless  Thy  little  lamb  to-night; 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  me, 
Keep  mc  safe  till  morning  light. 

2  All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  me, 

And  I  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care ; 
Thou  hast  clothed  me,  warmed  and  fed  me, 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

3  Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven, 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well; 
Take  me  when  I  die  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 

Mrs.  Mary  Lundie  Duncan.    (1814— 1840.)  1839. 
I  I  OO  Christ's  Example.  8,  7. 

1  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 

Once  became  a  child  like  me; 

0  that  in  my  whole  behavior, 
He  my  pattern  still  might  be. 

2  All  my  nature  is  unholy, 

Pride  and  passion  dwell  within ; 

But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 

Pure  and  spotless,  free  from  sin. 

3  While  I  'm  often  vainly  trying 

Some  new  pleasure  to  possess, 
He  was  always  self-denying, 
Patient  in  His  worst  distress. 

4  Let  me  never  be  forgetful 

Of  His  precepts  any  more  ; 
Idle,  passionate,  and  fretful, 
As  I've  often  been  before. 

5  Lord,  though  now  Thou  art  in  glory, 

We  have  Thine  example  still; 

1  can  read  Thy  sacred  story, 

And  obey  Thy  holy  will. 

6  Help  me  by  that  rule  to  measure 

Every  word  and  every  thought, 
Thinking  it  my  greatest  pleasure 

There  to  learn  what  Thou  hast  taught. 

Miss  Jane  Taylor.    (17S3 — 1824.)  1809. 
I  1 09  Christian  Children.  8,  7. 

I  We  are  little  Christian  children; 
We  can  run,  and  talk,  and  play ; 
The  great  God  of  earth  and  heaven 
Made,  and  keeps  us  every  day. 


2  We  are  little  Christian  children ; 

Christ,  the  Son  of  God  Most  High, 
With  His  precious  blood  redeemed  us, 
Dying  that  we  might  not  die. 

3  We  are  little  Christian  children  ; 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  is  here, 
Dwelling  in  our  hearts,  to  make  us 
Kind  and  holy,  good  and  dear. 

\  We  are  little  Christian  children, 

Saved  by  Him  who  loved  us  most; 
We  believe  in  God  Almighty, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander.     1848. 

1  i.\-f\J    Christ's  great  Love  and  Condescension.   8,  "J. 

i   What  a  strange  and  wondrous  story, 
From  the  Book  of  God  is  read: 
How  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

2  How  He  left  His  throne  in  heaven, 

Here  to  suffer,  bleed,  and  die, 
That  my  soul  might  be  forgiven, 
And  ascend  to  God  on  high. 

3  Father,  let  Thy  Holy  Spirit 

Still  reveal  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  prepare  me  to  inherit 
Glory  where  He  reigns  above; 

4.  There,  with  saints  and  angels  dwelling, 
May  I  that  great  love  proclaim, 
And  with  them  be  ever  telling 
All  the  wonders  of  His  name. 

Unknown  Author. 
I  I^I  Prayer  for  Guidance.  8,  7,  4. 

1  Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 

Much  we  need  Thy  tender  care; 
In  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are. 

2  We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way; 
Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray ; 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear  the  children  when  they  pray. 


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3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free ; 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Let  us  early  turn  to  Thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will; 
Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
With  Thy  grace  our  bosoms  fill; 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

Miss  Dorothy  Ann  Thrupp.    1838. 
I  I  92  XV or  king  i7i  the  Vineyard.  8,  7,  4. 

1  In  the  vineyard  of  our  Father 

Daily  work  we  find  to  do ; 
Scattered  gleanings  we  may  gather, 
Though  we  are  but  young  and  few ; 

Little  clusters 
Help  to  fill  the  garners  too. 

2  Toiling  early  in  the  morning, 

Catching  moments  through  the  day, 
Nothing  small  or  lowly  scorning, 

While  we  work,  and  watch,  and  pray; 

Gathering  gladly 
Free-will  offerings  by  the  way. 

3  Not  for  selfish  praise  or  glory, 

Not  for  objects  nothing  worth, 
But  to  send  the  blessed  story 
Of  the  gospel  o'er  the  earth, 

Telling  mortals 
Of  our  Lord  and  Saviour's  birth. 

4  Up  and  ever  at  our  calling, 

Till  in  death  our  lips  are  dumb, 
Or  till,  sin's  dominion  falling, 

Christ  shall  in  His  kingdom  come, 

And  His  children 
Reach  their  everlasting  home. 

5  Steadfast,  then,  in  our  endeavor, 

Heavenly  Father,  may  we  be; 
And  for  ever,  and  for  ever, 

We  will  give  the  praise  to  Thee; 

Hallelujah 
Singing,  all  eternity. 

Thomas  MacKellar.    (1812— )   1849. 


•*■  « V^O  ~S.r6fj.iov  ttujXwv  aScuav.  6,  4 

i  Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 

Through  devious  ways; 
Christ  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  Thy  name  to  sing; 
Hither  our  children  bring 

To  shout  Thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  Holy  Lord, 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife : 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest, 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love; 
While  in  our  mortal  pain 
None  calls  on  Thee  in  vain ; 
Help  Thou  dost  not  disdain, 

Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  Thou  our  Guide, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Pride, 

Our  Staff  and  Song: 
Jesus,  Thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  Thy  perennial  Word 
Lead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  Thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing : 
Infants,  and  the  glad  throng 
Who  to  Thy  Church  belong, 
Unite  to  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King. 

From  Clement  of  Alexandria.  ( — 220.} 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Henry  Martyn  Dexter.  (1821— )    1846,  1849. 

It  r\  *        Children  around  God's  Throne.  C.  M. 

•«■  y4  Rev.  vii.  13. 

1  Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band, 
CJ10.     Singing,  Glory,  glory, 

Glorv  be  to  God  on  hieh. 


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2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade.     Cho. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love , 
How  came  those  children  there?    Cho. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood, 

To  wash  away  their  sin ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean.     Cho. 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  His  name; 
So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb.     Cho. 

Mrs.  Anne  Houlditch  Shepherd.    (1809 — 1857.)    1841.  ab. 


It  /-y  r"  The  Children  in  the  Te7tiple. 

*y»)  Matt.  xxi.  15,  16. 

1  When,  His  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  His  name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  Him, 

But  as  He  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  Him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

2  And  sinde  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  to  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  He  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill ; 
We'll  flock  around  His  banner, 

We  '11  bow  before  His  throne, 
And  cry  aloud,  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son. 

3  For  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Would  their  hosannas  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words? 
No ;  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They  too  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

Rev.  Joshua  King 


7,6. 


"Mighty  to  save. 
Is.  lxiii.  1. 


7,6. 


II96 

i   He  comes  in  blood-stained  garments; 

Upon  His  brow  a  crown; 
The  gates  of  brass  fly  open, 

The  iron  bands  drop  down; 
From  off  the  fettered  captive 

The  chains  of  Satan  fall, 
While  angels  shout  triumphant, 

That  Christ  is  Lord  of  all. 


2  O  Christ,  His  love  is  mighty, 

Long-suffering  is  His  grace ; 
And  glorious  is  the  splendor 

That  beameth  from  His  face. 
Our  hearts  up-leap  in  gladness 

When  we  behold  that  love, 
As  we  go  singing  onward 

To  dwell  with  Him  above. 

Mrs.  Charitie  Lees  Bancroft.    (1841 — I    i860,  ab. 

1  197  A  Morning  Hymn.  L.  M. 

i   Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  Thomas  Ken.    (1637 — 171 1.)    1697,  1709.  ab. 


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A  Morning  Hymn. 
Ps.  xix.  5,  8;  Ixxiii.  24,  25. 


L.  M. 


1198 

1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies: 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins ; 
And,  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  O  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

4  But  I  shall  rove,  and  lose  the  race, 

If  God  my  Sun  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  the  world's  wide  maze, 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

5  Give  me  Thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  Thy  bliss : 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674—1748.)    1709.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 

TT /-»/-»  N'eiu  every  Morning."  L.  M. 

yy  Lam.  iii.  22,  23. 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,ne\v  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask, — 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

5  Only,  O  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

Rev.  John  Keble.    (1792 — 1866.)    1827.    ab. 


For  Morning  or  Evening. 
Lam.  iii.  23    Is.  xlv.  7. 


L.  M. 


1200 

1  My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love: 

Thy  .gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command ; 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 
I  20  I  Before  Work.  L.  M. 

i  Forth  in  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 
My  daily  labor  to  pursue; 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know 
In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  The  task  Thy  wisdom  hath  assigned 
O  let  me  cheerfully  fulfil ; 

In  all  my  works  Thy  presence  find, 
And  prove  Thy  good  and  perfect  will. 

3  Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 
Whose  eyes  my  inmost  substance  see  ; 

And  labor  on  at  Thy  command, 
And  offer  all  my  works  to  Thee. 

4  Give  me  to  bear  Thine  easy  yoke, 
And  every  moment  watch  and  pray; 

And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day. 

5  Fain  would  I  still  for  Thee  employ 

Whate'er  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given . 
And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 

And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 

Rev   Charles  Wesley.  (1708 — 17SS  ;  1749.  ab.  and  alt. 
XZU^  "Splendor patents  glerice."  L.  M. 

i  O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace, 
Thou  brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night : 

2  Come  holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Come  in  Thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 


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3  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness; 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  guide  us  safely  to  the  end. 

4.  May  faith,  deep  rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

5   O  hallowed  thus  be  every  day; 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray. 
Our  faith  like  noontide  splendor  glow, 
Our  souls  the  twilight  never  know. 

Ambrose  of  Milan.    (340 — 397.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1806 — )  1837.  ab.  and  alt. 


^205  Morning  Hymn.  L.  M. 

1  LORD  God  of  morning  and  of  night, 
We  thank  Thee  for  Thy  gift  of  light : 
As  in  the  dawn  the  shadows  fly 

We  seem  to  find  Thee  now  more  nigh. 

2  Fresh  hopes  have  wakened  in  the  heart, 
Fresh  force  to  do  our  daily  part ; 

Thy  thousand  sleeps  our  strength  restore, 
A  thousand-fold  to  serve  Thee  more. 

3  Yet  whilst  Thy  will  we  would  pursue, 
Oft  what  we  would  we  cannot  do  ; 
The  sun  may  stand  in  zenith  skies, 
But  on  the  soul  thick  midnight  lies. 


■1-20^         '•  Aurora  jam  spargit  polum."  L.  M.     4- 

1  The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  east 

Its  golden  shower,  as  day  flows  in; 
Fast  mount  the  pointed  shafts  of  light: 
Farewell  to  darkness  and  to  sin. 

2  So,  Lord,  when  that  last  morning  breaks, 

Which  shrouds  in  darkness  earth  andskies, 
May  it  on  us,  low  bending  here, 
Arrayed  in  joyful  light  arise. 

Ambrosian   4th  or  5th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    /i8i4 — )  1849.  ab.  and  alt 

1204  Morning  Hymn.  L.  M. 

i    In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
I  safely  passed  the  silent  night ; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  Xew-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour; 

Once  more,  with  awe,  rejoice  to  be; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  guardian  God,  to  Thee. 

3  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 

My  doubtful  feet  are  doomed  to  tread ;  ] 

And  spread  Thy  shield's  protecting  blaze,  ; 

When  dangers  press  around  my  head.    | 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, 

A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress; 

Yet  then  Thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 

Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes; 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 

John  Hawkesworth.    (1715 — 1773.)  1773. 


O  Lord  Of  lights,  'tis  Thou  alone 
Canst  make  our  darkened  hearts  Thine  own; 
Though  this  new  day  with  joy  we  see, 
O  dawn  of  God,  we  cry  for  Thee. 

Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend; 
Praise  Him  through  time, till  time  shall  end ; 
Till  psalm  and  song  His  Name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore. 

Francis  Turner  Palgrave.    (1S24 — )  1867. 
200  A  Morning  Prayer.  L.  M. 

O  Thou  great  Ruler  of  the  sky, 
Who  art,  and  canst  not  cease  to  be, 

Whose  power  and  greatness  never  die, 
We  raise  our  morning  prayer  to  Thee. 

In  the  beginning  of  the  day, 

With  the  bright  rising  of  the  sun, 

Direct  the  footsteps  of  our  way, 
Nor  leave  us  till  the  day  is  done. 

As  hour  succeeds  to  passing  hour, 

And  duties  every  moment  fill, 
Uphold  us  by  Thy  mighty  power. 

And  guide  us  by  Thy  heavenly  will. 
And  thus,  when  all  our  days  shall  close, 

And  suns  for  us  no  more  shall  shine, 
O  may  our  souls  in  Thee  repose, 

And  life  and  joy  be  one  in  Thine. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham.   (1799 — 1S72.)  1872. 
20/  A  Morning  Song.  CM. 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 


3H 


FAMILY    WORSHIP. 


2  Night  unto  night  His  Name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound; 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  He  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  He  supports  my  mortal  frame; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  His  praise; 
My  sins  would  rouse  His  wrath  to  flame; 
And  yet  His  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ; 
And  yet  Thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  Thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light: 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  ab. 
i  <-,  U  O  "Aetermi  cwli  gloria. "  CM. 

i   Jesus,  be  near  us  when  we  wake; 
And,  at  the  break  of  day, 
With  Thy  blest  touch  awake  the  soul, 
Her  meed  of  praise  to  pay. 

2  The  star  that  heralds  in  the  morn 

Is  fading  in  the  skies; 
The  darkness  melts  :   O  Thou  true  Light, 
Once  more  on  us  arise. 

3  Steep  all  our  senses  in  Thy  beam ; 

The  world's  false  night  expel ; 
Purge  each  defilement  from  the  soul. 
And  in  our  bosoms  dwell. 

4  Come,  early  Faith,  fix  in  our  hearts 

Thy  root  immovably : 
Come,  smiling  Hope,  and,  greater  still, 
Come,  heaven-born  Charity. 

5  To  God  the  Father  glory  be, 

And  sole  eternal  Son ; 
And  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

Ambrosian.    5th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall.    (18 14 — )    1849.  ab. 

I  2O9  "  yam  iucis  ort0  sidcrc"  C.  M. 

I   Now*  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright, 
Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 


2  No  sinful  wora,  nor  aeed  of  wrong, 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
.And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

O  Christ,  securely  fence 
Our  gates,  beleaguered  by  the  foe, 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 

4  And  grant  that  to  Thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend; 
That  we  begin  it  at  Thy  word, 
And  in  Thy  favor  end. 

5  Now  to  our  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit,  sing: 
With  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 
Let  all  creation  ring. 

Paris  Breviary.    1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Henry  Newman.  (iSot — )  1842.  ab.  and  alt 


L.  M. 


*  "  *•  '■'  A  tigeis  watching  over  us. 

1  Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  Thine, 
My  all  to  Thy  covenant  care 

I,  sleeping  and  waking,  resign  : 
If  Thou  art  my  Shield  and  my  Sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And,  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on. 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend, 

And  watch  while  Thy  saints  are  asleep ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep: 
Bright  seraphs. despatched  from  the  throne. 

Fly  swift  to  their  stations  assigned, 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 

To  guard  the  redeemed  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  worship  no  interval  knows ; 

Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And,  while  they  protect  my  repose, 

They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King: 
I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 

Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join  ; 
And  love  and  adore,  without  end, 

Their  gracious  Creator,  and  mine. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady    (1740 — 1778.)  1774.  alt 

*  ™  *■  ■*■      Christ  near  us  through  the  Night.         L.  M. 

1   What,  though  my  frail  eye-lids  refuse 
Continual  watching  to  keep, 


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And,  punctual  as  midnight  renews, 
Demand  the  refreshment  of  sleep  ? 

A  sovereign  Protector  I  have, 
Unseen,  yet  forever  at  hand ; 

Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 
Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

2  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 

I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  is  nigh  ; 
And  songs  His  kind  presence,  indeed, 

Shall  in  the  night-season  supply : 
He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound ; 

His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 

The  soul  He  delights  to  defend. 

3  Kind  Author,  and  Ground  of  my  hope, 

Thee,  Thee  for  my  God  I  avow  ; 
My  glad  Ebenezer  set  up, 

And  own  Thou  hast  helped  me  till  now : 
I  muse  on  the  years  that  are  past, 

Wherein  my  defence  Thou  hast  proved, 
Nor  wilt  Thou  relinquish,  at  last, 

A  sinner  so  signally  loved. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.    1774. 
I  2  I  2  "Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer."  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless: 
And  since  He  bids  me  seek  His  face, 
Believe  His  word,  and  trust  His  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  Him  my  every  care, 


^  ■*•  «5       At  Home  with  God  everywhere.  L.  M. 

i   My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content, 
I  pass  my  years ,of  banishment: 
Where'er  I  dwell,  I  dwell  with  Thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 
To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time; 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  : 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

2  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none; 
But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'T  is  equal  joy,  to  go  or  stay. 
Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

Madame  J.  B.  de  la  Motte  Guyon.    (164S— 1717.)    1702. 
Tr.  by  William  Cowper.    (1731— 1800.)    1782.  ab.  and  alt. 


Evening  Prayer  /or  Healing. 
Mark  i.  32. 


L.  M. 


1214 

1  At  even, ere  the  sun  was  set," 

The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  Thee  lay; 
O  in  what  divers  pains  they  met, 

O  with  what  joy  they  went  away. 
Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we, 

Oppressed  with  various  ills,  draw  near  : 
What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see? 

We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  art  here. 

2  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel ; 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well, 

And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had ; 
And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 

For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin ; 
And  they  who  fain  would  serve  Thee  best, 

Are  conscious  most  of  wroncr  within. 


And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer,  3  9  Saviour  Christ,  Thou  too  art  Man; 
May  I  thy  consolation  share, 


Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise, 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize ; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Rev.  W.  W.  Walford.    18.16.  ab. 


Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted,  tried : 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 

The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide ; 
Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power, 

No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 

And  in  Thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

Rev.  Henry  Twells.    (1823—)    i863.  ab. 


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FAMILY    WORSHIP. 


I  2  I  5  A  Morning  Hymn.  I  I,IO,1 1,5. 

t  BEHOLD,the  shade  of  night  is  now  receding, 
Kindling  with  splendors  fair  thedawn  is  glow- 
ing. 
With  fervent  hearts,  O  let  usall  implore  Him, 
Ruler  Almighty: 

2  That  He,  our  God,  will  look  on  us  in  pity, 
Send  strength  for  weakness,  grant  us  His 

salvation, 
And  with  a  Father's  pure  affection  give  us 
Glory  eternal. 

3  This  grace  O  grant  us,  Godhead  ever-bles- 

sed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 
Whose  praises  be  through  earth's  most  dis- 
tant regions 

Ever  resounding. 

Gregory.  (540—604.)  Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer.  (180S— )  1871. 
I  2  I  O  An  Evening  Hymn.         1 1 ,  IO,  1 1 ,5 

1  'MlDeveningshadowsletusallbe watching, 
Ever  in  psalms  our  deep  devotion  waking, 
And  with  one  voice  hymns  to  the  Lord,  the 

Saviour, 

Sweetly  be  singing. 

2  That  to  the  Holy  Kingour  songs  ascending, 
We  worthily,  with  all  His  saints,  may  enter 
The  heavenly  temple,  joyfully  partaking 

Life  everlasting. 

3This  grace  O  grant  us,  Godhead  ever-blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 
Whose  praises  be   through  earth's  most 
distant  regions 

Ever  resounding. 

Gregory.    Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    1871. 
■*■  ™  +  /  Evening  Prayer  8,4,8,4,8,8,4. 

1  GOD,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night : 
May  Thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night. 

2  And  when  morn  again  shall  call  us 

To  run  life's  way, 


May  we  still,  whate'er  befall  us, 

Thy  will  obey: 
From  the  power  of  evil  hide  us, 
In  the  narrow  pathway  guide  us, 
Nor  Thy  smile  be  e'er  denied  us, 

The  livelong  day. 

3  Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping,  • 

And  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie : 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou  our  God  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us 

With  Thee  on  high. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783 — 1826.)  1827.  v.  1. 
Abp.  Richard  Whately.   (17S7 — 1S63.)  i860,  vs.  2,  3. 

I/)tQ  "  Strangers  and  Pilgrims."  Q.II.IO.IO. 

4*0  Heb.  xi.  13. 

1  I'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing: 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining : 

O,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there ; 
Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey; 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light; 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying. 

Mrs.  Mary  S.  B.  Dana.    (1810 — )   1840. 


The  Hour  0/  Prayer. 
Phil.  iv.  6,  7. 


8,8,8,4. 


1219 

i   My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 

From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  Thy  feet, 
The  hour  of  prayer? 

2  Blest  is  that  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  that  solemn  hour  of  eve, 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  Then  is  my  strength  by  Thee  renewed; 

Then  are  my  sins  by  Thee  forgiven; 
Then  dost  Thou  cheer  my  solitude 
With  hopes  of  heaven. 


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4  Xo  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find  ; 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  peace  of  mind. 

5  Hushed  is  each  doubt,  gone  every  fear; 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay; 
And  e'en  the  penitential  tear 
Is  wiped  away. 

6  Lord,  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore, 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In.  prayer  to  Thee. 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott.    (1789 — 1S71.)  1834. 
1220  Prayer  to  Christ.  8,8,8,4. 

1  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me, 

For  I  am  weary  and  opprest; 
I  come  to  cast  myself  on  Thee : 
Thou  art  my  Rest. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak, 

I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek : 
Thou  art  my  Strength. 

3  I  am  bewildered  on  my  way, 

Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night; 
O  send  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray : 
Thou  art  my  Light. 

4  When  Satan  flings  his  fiery  darts, 

I  look  to  Thee  :  my  terrors  cease; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts : 
Thou  art  my  Peace, 

5  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink, 

In  that  tremendous  latest  strife, 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink : 
Thou  art  my  Life. 

6  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 

E'en  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall ; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 
Thou  art  my  All. 

Rev.  John  Robert  Macduff.   1833. 
I  2  2  I  «  T;ly  Will  be  done."  8,8,8,4 

I  My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
O  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done. 
21 


2  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

3  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  mere, 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore  : 

Thy  will  be  done. 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott.    1834.  ab. 
\.£££  An  Evening  Hymn.  L.  M. 

i  All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee; 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise-  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close ; 
Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  Thomas  Ken.    (1637 — 1711.)  1697,  1709.  ab. 


An  Evening  Hymn. 
Ps.  iv. 


L.  M. 


1223 

i  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days-, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 


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3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  His  name  forbids  my  fear; 

O  may  Thy  presence  ne'er  depart; 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  Thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground ; 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)    1709.  ab. 

l^^Zj.  An  Evening  Hymn.  L.  M. 

i   Great  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise; 

0  let  Thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  Thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  Thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  Thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus;  His  dear  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  Thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close  ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  Thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  Thy  name. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778.)  1760.  ab. 
I225  The  Day-star  from  on  high."  S.  M. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 

Thou  Day-star  from  on  high; 
The  sun  itself  is  but  Thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  let  Thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night; 
And  let  the  glories  of  Thy  love 
Come  like  the  morning  light. 


3  How  beauteous  nature  now, 

How  dark  and  sad  before : 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live,  this  short,  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

Rev.  John  Wesley?    (1703 — 1791.)    1741.  ab.  andalL 
I220  " Still  with  Thee."  S.  M. 

i   Still,  still  with  Thee,  my  God, 
I  would  desire  to  be  : 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 

2  With  Thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care, 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  Thee,  my  God,  in  prayer. 

3  With  Thee  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  Thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart. 

4  With  Thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind; 
The  setting,  as  the  rising,  sun 
With  Thee  my  heart  would  find. 

5  With  Thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose, 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 

6  With  Thee,  in  Thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  I  would  be; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 

Rev.  James  Drummond  Burns.    (1823 — 1864.)  1856.  si.  alt 


For  a  Lord'  s-Day  Morning. 
Ps.  xix. 


S.  M. 


1227 

1  Behold,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  Gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 


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3  How  perfect  is  Thy  word, 

And  all  Thy  judgments  just; 
For  ever  sure  Thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4.  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  Thy  directions  given : 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

5  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  spread  Thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 
I  2 2  O  On  going  to  Rest.  S.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear; 
O  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 

Upon  my  bed  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence, 
And  leave  my  soul  undressed. 

3  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  me,  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run: 

5  That  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 
Lord,  I  may  in  Thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  Thy  love. 

Rev.  John  Leland.   (1754 — 1841.)  1799. 

I /->-->/-*     " Hath  not  where  to  lay  His  Head."     S.  M. 
<"9  Luke  ix.  58. 

i  Almighty  God,  to-night 
To  Thee  for  help  we  pray; 
To  whom  the  darkness  is  as  light, 
And  midnight  like  the  day. 

2  Thy  tender  love  and  care 
Prepares  our  peaceful  bed; 
But  Thou,  O  Saviour,  hadst  not  where 
To  lay  Thy  blessed  head. 


3  O  keep  us  now  from  harm, 

As  Thou  hast  done  before ; 
And  let  Thine  everlasting  arm 
Be  round  us  evermore. 

4  Let  holy  angels  stand 

About  us  every  night, 
Until  they  bear  us  to  the  land 
Of  everlasting  light. 

5  From  men  below  the  skies, 

And  all  the  heavenly  host, 

To  God  the  Father  praise  arise, 

The  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818— 1866.)  1854. 
1230  The  final  Rest.  S.  M. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

Great  God,  we  bow  to  Thee ; 
Again,  as  shades  of  night  steal  on, 
Unto  Thy  Side  we  flee. 

2  O  when  shall  that  day  come, 

Ne'er  sinking  in  the  west, 
That  country  and  that  happy  home, 
Where  none  shall  break  our  rest; 

3  Where  all  things  shall  be  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end, 
And  golden  harps,  that  never  cease, 
With  joyous  hymns  shall  blend  ; 

4  Where  we,  preserved  beneath 

The  shelter  of  Thy  wing, 
For  evermore  Thy  praise  shall  breathe, 
And  of  Thy  mercy  sing. 

5  To  God  the  Father  praise, 

And  to  the  Eternal  Son, 
And  to  the  Holy  Ghost  always, 
Co-equal  Three  in  One. 

'    Rev.  William  John  Blew.   1840. 
1 23  I  Evening  Twilight.  CM. 

1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 


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3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4.  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  Hinsdale  Brown.    (1783 — 1S61.)  1824. 
1232  Evening  Twilight.  CM. 

1  Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day, 

Begone,  disturbing  care ; 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 
To  Him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 

Before  His  throne  of  grace, 
While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  His  smiling  face. 

3  How  sweet,  thro'  long-remembered  years, 

His  mercies  to  recall, 
And  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs, andfears, 
To  trust  His  love  for  all. 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  Him  call  His  children  up 
To  His  fair  home  on  high. 

§  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 
To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest. 

Rev.  Leonard  Bacon.    (1802 — )  1845. 

TO  00   "  Hc  knaweth  the  Way  that  I  take."       CM. 
--"OO  Job  xxiii.  10. 

1  The  twilight  falls,  the  night  is  near, 

I  fold  my  work  away, 
\nd  kneel  to  One  who  bends  to  hear 
The  story  of  the  day. 

2  The  old,  old  story;  yet  I  kneel 

To  tell  it  at  Thy  call. 
And  cares  grow  lighter  as  I  feel 
That  Jesus  knows  them  all. 


3  Thou  knowest  all :  I  lean  my  head; 

My  weary  eyelids  close ; 
Content  and  glad  awhile  to  tread 
This  path,  since  Jesus  knows. 

4  And  He  has  loved  me  :  All  my  heart 

With  answering  love  is  stirred, 
And  every  anguished  pain  and  smart 
Finds  healing  in  the  word. 

5  So  here  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

As  nightly  shadows  fall, 
And  lean  confiding  on  His  breast 
Who  knows  and  pities  all. 

Unknown  Author. 


A  n  Evening  Psalm. 
Ps.  iv. 


C  M. 


1234 

1  Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 

1  am  forever  Thine; 
I  fear  before  Thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  Thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  Thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1719. 
l^jj  An  Evening  Song.  CM. 

1  Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found. 


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4  What  have  I  done  for  Him  that  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll. 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  Thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  Thy  grace  my  soul  resign 
To  be  renewed  by  Thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  the  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 
1 23^  Evening  Worship.  C.  M. 

1  O  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  Thy  throne, 
To  bless  Thy  fostering  hand. 

2  And  wilt  Thou  bend  a  listening  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours? 
Thou  wilt,  for  Thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  O  let  Thy  grace  perform  its  part, 

And  let  contention  cease; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 

4  Thus  chastened,  cleansed,  entirely  Thine,'-, 

A  flock  by  Jesus  led, 
The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  shine 
In  glory  on  our  head. 

5  And  Thou  wilt  turn  our  wandering  feet, 

And  Thou  wilt  bless  our  way ; 
ill  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
The  dawn  of  lasting  day. 

Henry  Kirke  White.   (17S5— 1806.)  1803.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 


From  the  sword,  at  noonday  wasting, 
From  the  noisome  pestilence, 

In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 
God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence. 

God  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 
Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep ; 

Though  thou  walk  through  hostile  regions, 
Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 
Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 

With  the  wings  of  His  protection 
He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 

Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 
He  will  hearken,  He  will  save; 

Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

James  Montgomery.   (1771 — 1S54.)  1822.  ab. 


TOOl  Safety  in  God.  8,7, 

•*■  "  O  /  ?s-  xc'- 

1  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade, 
In  His  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed. 

2  There  nc  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 


11-%  fj  O  Our  Need  of  God.  g    7, 

^0°  Ps.  cxxviL 

1  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 
Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm ; 

Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 
Did  not  God  that  labor  bless ; 

Vain,  without  His  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 
That  on  human  strength  relies; 

But  to  Him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed  ; 

He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest: 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber.    (1773 — 1862.)  1829. 


■••^O"  An  Evening  Prayer.  8,7. 

1  Hear  my  prayer,  O  heavenly  Father, 

Ere  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep : 
Bid  Thine  angels,  pure  and  holy, 
Round  my  bed  their  vigil  keep. 

2  Great  my  sins  are,  but  Thy  mercy 

Far  outweighs  them  every  one; 
Down  before  Thy  cross  I  cast  them, 
Trusting  in  Thy  help  alone. 


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3  Keep  me,  through  this  night  of  peril, 

Underneath  its  boundless  shade; 
Take  me  to  Thy  rest,  I  pray  Thee, 
When  my  pilgrimage  is  made. 

4  None  shall  measure  out  Thy  patience 

By  the  span  of  human  thought ; 
None  shall  bound  the  tender  mercies 
Which  Thy  holy  Son  has  brought. 

5  Pardon  all  my  past  transgressions; 

Give  me  strength  for  days  to  come ; 
Guide  and  guard  me  with  Thy  blessing, 
Till  Thine  angels  bid  me  home. 

Miss  Harriet  Parr.    1856.  si.  alt. 
1240  Sacred  Memories.  8,7. 

i  Silently  the  shades  of  evening 
Gather  round  my  lowly  door; 
Silently  they  bring  before  me 
Faces  I  shall  sec  no  more. 

2  O  the  lost,  the  unforgotten, 

Though  the  world  be  oft  forgot; 
O  the  shrouded  and  the  lonely, 
In  our  hearts  they  perish  not. 

3  Living  in  the  silent  hours 

Where  our  spirits  only  blend; 
They,  unlinked  with  earthly  trouble, 
Wc,  stili  hoping  for  its  end. 

4  How  such  holy  memories  cluster, 

Like  the  stars  when  storms  are  past ; 
Pointing  up  to  that  far  heaven 
Wc  may  hope  to  gain  at  last. 

C  C.  Cox.  1848. 

1  2  4  I  On  going  to  Rest.  8,7. 

i   Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing, 
Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us, 
We  arc  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  da^k  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee; 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watche.st  where  Thy  people  be. 


4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Edmcston.    (1791 — 1867.)   1820. 
I242  Evening  Shadows.  8,7 

1  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 

For  the  day  is  passing  by; 
See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee ; 

Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness ; 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

4  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour; 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning,  then  awake  me, — 
Morning  of  eternal  rest. 

Mrs.  Caroline  Sprague  Smith.    1855.  ab. 
tO  Be  ye  also  ready.  8,  7. 

1  Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 

Blend  the  living  with  the  dead; 
Soon  shall  we  who  sing  be  lying 
Each  within  our  narrow  bed. 

2  Jesus,  infinite  Redeemer, 

Maker  of  this  mighty  frame ; 
Teach,  O  teach  us  to  remember 
What  we  are,  and  whence  we  came. 

3  Grant  us  grace,  that  whatsoever 

May  befall  us,  we  may  be 
Ready  for  Thy  solemn  summons, 
And  in  joy  to  answer  Thee. 

Rev.  Edward  Caswall.   (1814 — )  1849.  ab.  and  alt 
*™4t  "  Te  lucis  ante  terminum."  7 

t  ERE  the  waning  light  decay, 
God  of  all,  to  Thee  wc  pray, 
Thee  Thy  healthful  grace  to  send, 
Thee  to  guard  us  and  defend. 

2  Guard  from  dreams  that  may  affright; 
Guard  from  terrors  of  the  night  | 
Guard  from  fics,  without,  within  . 
Outward  danger,  inward  sin.  ,-j 


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3  Mindful  of  our  only  stay, 
Duly  thus  to  Thee  we  pray; 
Duly  thus  to  Thee  we  raise 
Trophies  of  our  grateful  praise. 

4  Hear  the  prayer,  almighty  King; 
Hear  Thy  praises  while  we  sing, 
Hymning  with  Thy  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Ambrose  of  Milan.    (340—397.) 
Tr.  by  Bp.  Richard  Mant    (1776— 1848.)  1837. 

I0  .  _i  "  Tlie  Lord  is  Thy  Keeper."  7 

^45  Ps   cxxi.  5. 

i  Every  morning  mercies  new 
Fall  as  fresh  as  morning  dew; 
Every  morning  let  us  pay 
Tribute  with  the  early  day; 
For  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  sure ; 
Thy  compassion  doth  endure. 

2  Still  the  greatness  of  Thy  love 
Daily  doth  our  sins  remove ; 
Daily,  far  as  east  from  west, 
Lifts  the  burden  from  the  breast ; 
Gives  unbought  to  those  who  pray 
Strength  to  stand  in  evil  day. 

3  Let  our  prayers  each  morn  prevail, 
That  these  gifts  may  never  fail; 
And,  as  we  confess  the  sin 

And  the  tempter's  power  within, 
Feed  us  with  the  Bread  of  Life; 
Fit  us  for  our  daily  strife. 

4  As  the  morning  light  returns, 
As  the  sun  with  splendor  burns, 
Teach  us  still  to  turn  to  Thee, 
Ever  blessed  Trinity, 

With  our  hands  our  hearts  to  raise, 
In  unfailing  prayer  and  praise. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )  1GC8. 

I24O  Tlie  fading  Light.  ', 

i   Softly  now  the  light  of  day 

Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 

Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 

Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee. 
2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 

Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 
oon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 

Shall  forever  pass  away  : 


Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 
Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane.    (1799 — 1859.)  1824. 
I247  Morning  Prayer.  7.  61. 

i   In  this  calm  impressive  hour, 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high; 
God  of  mercy,  God  of  power, 

Hear  me,  when  to  Thee  I  cry: 
Hear  me  from  Thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ,  Thy  Son. 

2  With  the  morning's  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  Thy  beams  of  light  convey 

Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart : 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

3  O  what  joy  that  word  affords, 

"Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth;" 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 

Send  Thy  Gospel-heralds  forth: 
Now  begin  Thy  boundless  sway. 
Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

Thomas  Hastings.    (1784 — 1872.)   1831. 

I24o  Eveni?ig  Hymn.  7 .  5\. 

1  Now  from  labor  and  from  care 

Evening  hours  have  set  me  free, 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  Thee : 
O  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  woe 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys; 

Naught  can  charm  me  here  below, 
But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice: 
Lord,  forgive,  Thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  Thine  for  evermore. 

For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quickening  power, 

Grateful  notes  to  Thee  I  raise: 

O  accept  the  song  of  praise. 

Thomas  Hastings.    1831 


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1249  Evening  7-  61- 

1  Father,  by  Thy  love  and  power, 
Comes  again  the  evening  hour; 
Light  has  vanished,  labors  cease, 
Weary  creatures  rest  in  peace : 
We  to  Thee  ourselves  resign, 
Let  our  latest  thoughts  be  Thine. 

2  Saviour,  to  Thy  Father  bear 
This  our  feeble  evening  prayer; 
Thou  hast  seen  how  oft  to-day 
We,  like  sheep,  have  gone  astray; 
Blessed  Saviour,  we,  through  Thee, 
Pray  that  we  may  pardoned  be. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  Breath  of  balm, 
Fall  on  us  in  evening's  calm  ; 
Yet  awhile,  before  we  sleep, 
We  with  Thee  will  vigil  keep. 
Melt  our  spirits,  mould  our  will, 
Soften,  strengthen,  comfort  still. 

4  Blessed  Trinity,  be  near 

Through  the  hours  of  darkness  drear; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Round  us  set  th'  angelic  host, 
Till  the  flood  of  morning  rays 
Wake  us  to  a  song  of  praise. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstice.    (1S08 — 1836.)  1S36.  ab.  and  alt. 

1250  The  Frailty  of  Life.  CM. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  humbly  own  to  Thee 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

3  Great  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things; 
The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 

Attends  on  every  breath ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

5  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road; 


And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709.  ab. 

In  m*  -r  Let  us  eauake.  C.  M, 

^O  Rum.  xiii.  11. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes 

And  raise  your  voices  high; 
Awake,  and  praise  the  sovereign  love, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome,  each  declining  day, 
Welcome,each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course, 
Ye  mortal  powers,  decay, 

Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.     (1702 — 1751.)  1755. 


God  in  Naticre. 
Ps.  lxv. 


C.  M. 


1252 

1  'T  IS  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

God  of  eternal  power ; 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  Thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  Thine; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 


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1253  Sfrtng.  C.  M. 

1  LORD,  in  Thy  Name  Thy  servants  plead, 

And  Thou  hast  sworn  to  hear; 
Thine  is  the  harvest,  Thine  the  seed, 
The  fresh  and  fading  year. 

2  Our  hope,  when  autumn  winds  blew  wild, 

We  trusted,  Lord,  with  Thee; 
And  still,  now  spring  has  on  us  smiled, 
We  wait  on  Thy  decree. 

3  The  former  and  the  latter  rain, 

The  summer  sun  and  air, 
The  green  ear,  and  the  golden  grain. 
All  Thine,  are  ours  by  prayer. 

4  Thine  too  by  right,  and  ours  by  grace, 

The  wondrous  growth  unseen, 
The  hopes  that  soothe,  the  fears  that  brace. 
The  love  that  shines  serene. 

5  So  grant  the  precious  things  brought  forth 

By  sun  and  moon  below, 
That  Thee,  in  Thy  new  heaven  and  earth, 
We  never  may  forego. 

Rev.  John  Keble.    (1792 — 1866.)  1857. 


Winter  and  Spring 
Ps.  cxlvii. 


C.  M. 


1254 

1  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high : 
Over  the  heavens  He  spreads  His  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  His  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  His  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  His  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 


6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  His  mighty  word: 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719.  ab. 
I255  Seed-time  and  Harvest.  CM. 

i  Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
How  rich  Thy  bounties  are ; 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  Thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence  was  Thine, 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 

Matured  the  swelling  grain; 
A  yellow  harvest  crowns  Thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  Seed-time  and  harvest,  Lord,  alone 

Thou  dost  on  man  bestow ; 
Let  him  not  then  forget  to  own 
From  whom  his  blessings  flow. 

Mrs.  Alice  Flowerdew.    (1759 — 1830.)  1811.  ab. 


For  Neiu  Year's  Day. 
Ps.  lxv.  11. 


L.  M. 


1256 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 

Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  tlie  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 


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5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 

With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge     (1702 — 1751.)  1755-  ab.  and  alt. 

1<y  £  hj  Help  obtained  oj  God.  L.  M. 

*  J  /  Acts  xxvi.  22. 

1  GREAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand : 
The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guided  by  our  God; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest, 

Be  Thou  our  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    1755   ab.  and  alt. 

I25o  New  year. 

i  Another  year,  another  year 

Hath  sped  its  flight  on  silent  wing ; 
And  all  that  marked  its  brief  career 
Hath  passed  from  mortal  reckoning. 

2  Lord,  for  Thy  grace  and  patient  love, 

Unwearied  still,  and  still  the  same, 
For  all  our  hopes  of  joy  above, 

We  laud  and  bless  Thy  Holy  Name. 

3  We  bless  Thee  for  each  happy  soul, 

Throughout  another  fleeting  year, 
Or  by  Thy  quickening  grace  made  whole, 
Or  parted  in  Thy  faith  and  fear. 

4  Still  bear  with  us,  and  bless  us  still; 

And,  while  in  this  dark  world  we  stay, 
O  let  us  love  Thy  sacred  will, 
O  let  us  keep  Thy  narrow  way. 


5   So,  when  the  rolling  stream  of  time 
Hath  opened  to  a  boundless  sea, 
Loud  will  we  raise  that  song  sublime, 
"  All  power  and  glory  be  to  Thee." 

Rev.  Richard  Frederick  Littledale.   (1833—)  1867. 
1259  New  Year's  Day.  II,  5- 

i  Come,  let  us  anew 

Our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still,  till  the  Master  appear. 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity 's  here. 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  His  coming  might  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
"I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give 
me  to  do." 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
''Well  and  faithfully  done, 
"Enter  into  My  joy,  and  sit  down  on  My 
throne." 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1750. 


1260 


11,5- 


Speeding  Jwnuward. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
With  vigor  arise, 

And  press  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  skies. 
Of  heavenly  birth, 
Though  wandering  on  earth, 
This  is  not  our  place, 

But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  we  con- 
fess. 

2  No  longing  we  find 
For  the  countrv  behind; 
But  onward  we  move, 

[And  still  we  are  seeking  a  country  abc     , 


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A  country  of  joy 
Without  any  alloy, 
We  thither  repair ; 
Our  hearts  and  our  treasure  already  are  there. 

3  The  rougher  our  way, 

The  shorter  our  stay ; 

The  troubles  that  come 
Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten  us  home. 

The  fiercer  the  blast, 

The  sooner  'tis  past; 

The  tempests  that  rise 
Shall  serve  but  to  hurry  our  souls  to  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.  ab.  and  alt. 
I  20  I  Time  /tow  swift.  7-  V- 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves   no  trace  behind; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream: 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view : 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725 — 1807.)  1779. 


7.  D. 


1202  fke  close  0/  the  Year. 

I  THOU  who  roil'st  the  year  around, 

Crowned  with  mercies  large  and  free, 
Rich  Thy  gifts  to  us  abound, 

Warm  our  thanks  shall  rise  to  Thee: 


Kindly  to  our  worship  bow, 

While  our  grateful  praises  swell, 

That,  sustained  by  Thee,  we  now 
Bid  the  parting  year  farewell. 

All  its  numbered  days  are  sped, 

All  its  busy  scenes  are  o'er, 
All  its  joys  for  ever  fled, 

All  its  sorrows  felt  no  more : 
Mingled  with  th'  eternal  past, 

Its  remembrance  shall  decay ; 
Yet  to  be  revived  at  last 

At  the  solemn  judgment-day. 

All  our  follies,  Lord,  forgive  ; 

Cleanse  each  heart  and  make  us  Thine; 
Let  Thy  grace  within  us  live, 

As  our  future  suns  decline; 
Then,  when  life's  last  eve  shall  come, 

Happy  spirits,  let  us  fly 
To  our  everlasting  home, 

To  our  Father's  house  on  high.. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (180S— )  1S32. 


7.D. 


*-^^*0  For  New  Year's  Eve. 

I  FOR  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace, 
Faithful  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  songs  of  thankfulness, 
Father  and  Redeemer,  hear. 


2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength,  be  Thou  our  stay; 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  way. 

3  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread? 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 
Comfort  Thou  his  dying  bed. 

4  Keep  us  faithful,  keep  us  pure, 

Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own; 
Help  Thy  servants  to  endure, 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 

5  So  within  Thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 
Thee,  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

Rev.  Henry  Downton.    (1S1S— )  1839.  ab. 


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1204  Jordan's  Strand.  8,7. 

•I  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them,  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger: 
Clio.     For,  O  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand; 
Our  friends  are  passing  over; 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
"Let  every  lamp  be  burning:"    Clio. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing:     Cho. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever; 
Our  King  says,  "Come!"  and  there's  our 
home, 
Forever,  O  for  ever.     Clio. 

Rev.  David  Nelson.    (1793 — 1844.)    1835. 
I2O5  Earth  and  Heaven.  L.  M . 

1  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies, 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss; 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 

That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this. 
The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 

The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true, 

The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

2  But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 

Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 
Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears : 
If  God  be  ours,  we're  travelling  home, 

Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

Rev.  David  Everard  Frod.    1828. 


And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 
Clio.     Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 
A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild,  rocky  shore; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more.     Clio. 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more.     Cho. 

'Tis  but  a  little  while 

And  He  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign.     Cho. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )  1857.  ab. 


The  Uncertainty  0/  Life. 
James  iv.  13—15. 


S.  M. 


1200  A  Pilgrim's  Song. 

I  A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come, 


S.  M. 


1267 

1  To-MORROW,  Lord,  is  Thine, 

Lodged  in  Thy  sovereign  hand; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
O  make  Thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  Thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care, 

O  be  it  still  pursued; 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702  — 1751.}  1755. 
I  2 Oo  " Make  Haste  to  live."  S.  M. 

I   Make  haste,  O  man,  to  live, 
For  thou  so  soon  must  die ; 
Time  hurries  past  thee  like  the  breeze, 
How  swift  its  moments  fly. 


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2  Make  haste,  O  man,  to  do 

Whatever  must  be  done; 
Thou  hast  no  time  to  lose  in  sloth, 
Thy  day  will  soon  be  gone. 

3  Up  then  with  speed,  and  work; 

Fling  ease  and  self  away; 
This  is  no  time  for  thee  to  sleep, 
Up,  watch,  and  work  and  pray. 

4  Make  haste,  O  man,  to  live, 

Thy  time  is  almost  o'er; 
O  sleep  not,  dream  not,  but  arise, 
The  Judge  is  at  the  door. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    1857.  ab. 


The  Brevity  and  Vanity  of  Life. 
Ps.  xxxix. 


S.  M. 


1269 

1  LORD,  let  me  know  mine  end, 

My  days,  how  brief  their  date, 
That  I  may  timely  comprehend 
How  frail  my  best  estate. 

2  My  life  is  but  a  span, 

Mine  age  is  nought  with  Thee  ; 
What  is  the  highest  boast  of  man 
But  dust  and  vanity? 

3  Dumb  at  Thy  feet  I  lie, 

For  Thou  hast  brought  me  low; 
Remove  Thy  judgments,lest  I  die; 
I  faint  beneath  Thy  blow. 

4  At  Thy  rebuke,  the  bloom 

Of  man's  vain  beauty  flies; 
And  grief  shall,  like  a  moth,  consume 
All  that  delights  our  eyes. 

5  Have  pity  on  my  fears; 

Hearken  to  my  request; 
Turn  not  in  silence  from  my  tears, 
But  give  the  mourner  rest. 

6  O  spare  me  yet,  I  pray ; 

Awhile  my  strength  restore, 

Ere  I  am  summoned  hence  away, 

And  seen  on  earth  no  more. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1S54.)  1822.  ab.  and  alt. 

IOHrt  Our  Fathers.  S.  M. 

Z/U  Zech.  i.  5. 

I  How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 
That  bears  us  to  the  sea; 
The  tide  that  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity. 


2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs. and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor  gone. 

3  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend, 
While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  Thee  commend. 

4  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge    1755.  ab.  and  alt 
IZyl  Triumph  over  Death.  S.  M. 

i  AND  must  this  body  die, 
This  mortal  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  His  grace  below, 
And  sing  His  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709.  ab.  and  alt. 
I272  Ata  Funeral.  C.  M, 

1  Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Is  equal  warning  given; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  in  the  heaven. 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze. 

And  lurks  in  every  flower : 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease. 
Its  peril  every  hour. 


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3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come? 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn,  thy  danger  know; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

6  Turn,  Christian,  turn,  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given ; 
The  bones  that  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783— 1826.)  1812.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 
12/3  "  Marching- to  the  Tomb."  CM 

1  THROUGH  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 

We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long-silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

Henry  Kirke  White.    (1785— 1806.)  180'. 


"  The  Bitterness  0/  Death  is  past." 
1  Sam.  xv.  32. 


C.  M. 


1274 

1  When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 

Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 

Great  God,  at  Thy  command; 

2  O  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

3  Lay  Thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head, 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer.    (1782 — 1854.)  1812.  ab. 
12/5  "How  shall  I  appear?"  CM. 

I  When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear? 

If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 

And  trembles  at  the  thought; 

3  When  Thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 
In  majesty  severe, 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear? 

4  But  Thou  hast  told  the  troubled  soul, 

Who  does  her  sins  lament, 

The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

5  Then  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late, 
And  add  my  Saviour's  dying  groans 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  Thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

Joseph  Addison.    (1672 — 1719.)    1712.  si.  alt. 


To  live  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  Gain."  C  M. 
Phil.  i.  21. 


1276" 

I  LORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
Whether  I  die  or  live; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 


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331 


2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before ; 
He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see; 
For,  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be? 

5  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  it's  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

Rev.  Richard  Baxter.    (1615 — 1689.)    1681.  ab.  and  alt 

Iryi-jty  Prepared  to  die.  CM. 

^  /  /  2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  18. 

1  Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 

And  bear  my  spirit  home; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come? 

2  With  heavenly  weapons,  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord; 
Finished  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  every  ill  design; 
And  to  His  heavenly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

4  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain; 
To  Him  be  highest  glory  paid, 
And  endless  praise.     Amen ! 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709.  ab. 
I  2  7  O  Dying  Hymn.  CM. 

I  Earth,  with  its  dark  and  dreadful  ills, 
Recedes  and  fades  away: 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  hills, 
Ye  gates  of  death  give  way. 


2  My  soul  is  full  of  whispered  song, 

My  blindness  is  my  sight; 
The  shadows  that  I  feared  so  long 
Are  all  alive  with  light. 

3  The  while  my  pulses  faintly  beat, 

My  faith  doth  so  abound, 
I  feel  grow  firm  beneath  my  feet 
The  green,  immortal  ground. 

4  That  faith  to  me  a  courage  gives, 

Low  as  the  grave  to  go: 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
That  I  shall  live,  I  know. 

5  The  palace  walls  I  almost  see 

Where  dwells  my  Lord  and  King: 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory, 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting! 

Miss  Alice  Cary.    (1820 — 1S71.)    1870. 
1279  In  Sickness.  CM. 

1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above  ; 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own  ; 

4  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end: 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend ; 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  His; 

6  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

Tlev   Augustus  Montague  Toplady.  (174(3 — :77c  )  1776.  ab. 


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In  Sickness. 


C.  M. 


I  2oO  ps.  Jxxxviii.  ii,  12.  Phil.  i.  23. 

1  O  Thou,  Who  lov'st  to  send  relief 

In  time  of  our  distress, 
Because  Thyself  didst  bear  our  grief, 
And  feel  our  sicknesses; 

2  Thy  will  be  done,  I  still  would  say, 

Whate'er  that  will  may  be ; 
And  let  this  trial,  day  by  day, 
Fulfil  its  end  in  me. 

3  O  Lord,  look  down,  O  Lord,  forgive, 

O  help  me  from  on  high; 
Since  no  man  to  himself  must  live, 
Nor  to  himself  can  die. 

4  And  when,  through  feebleness  or  pain, 

My  thoughts  are  far  from  Thee, 
Though  I  forget  Thee,  Saviour,  then, 
O  yet  forget  not  me. 

5  In  Him  that  bore  our  griefs  and  pains 

Shall  they  that  suffer  boast, 
Who  with  the  Father  ever  reigns, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (iSi8— 1866.)  1854.  ab. 
I  2  O  I     Hymn  by  the  Sick-bed  of  a  Mother.       C.  M. 

1  O  Thou,  who,  in  the  olive  shade, 

When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 
Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 
Strengthen  Thy  suffering  Son  ; 

2  O  by  the  anguish  of  that  night, 

Send  us  down  blest  relief; 
Or  to  the  chastened  let  Thy  might 
Hallow  this  whelming  grief. 

3  And  Thou,  that,  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 

Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 

Father,  Thy  will  be  done; 

4  By  Thy  meek  Spirit,  Thou,  of  all 

That  e'er  have  mourned  the  chief, 
Blest  Saviour,  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
Hallow  this  whelming  grief. 

Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea  Hemans.    (1794 — 1835.)  1S34.  alt. 

InQn     "He  healcth  the  broken  in  Heart."         C.  M. 
4  04  Ps.  cxlvii.  3. 

I  O  Thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
Wc  could  not  fly  to  Thee. 


2  But  Thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  on  our  woe. 

3  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 

Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too; 

4  O  who  would  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  Thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above? 

5  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  Thee,  growsbright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

Thomas  Moore.    (1779 — 1852.)    1816.  ab. 


"  Weep  not." 
Luke  vii.  13. 


C.  M. 


1283 

1  Dear  as  thou  wert,  and  justly  dear, 

We  will  not  weep  for  thee : 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear, 
It  is,  that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 

The  tears  of  love  restrain : 
O  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour, 
Could  wish  thee  back  again. 

3  Triumphant  in  thy  closing  eye 

The  hope  of  glory  shone; 
Joy  breathed  in  thine  expiring  sigh, 
To  think  the  fight  was  won. 

4  Gently  the  passing  spirit  fled, 

Sustained  by  grace  divine : 
O  may  such  grace  on  me  be  shed, 
And  make  my  end  like  thine. 

Rev.  Thomas  Dale.    (1797 — 1870.)    1818. 
I  2  o4  Death  0/ the  Righteous.  CM. 

1  BEHOLD  the  western  evening  light ! 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom : 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  wind  breathes  low;  the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree : 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 


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3  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 

The  crimson  light  is  shed ! 
'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

5  And  now  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  yellow  star  appears: 
So  faith  springs  in  the  hearts  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

6  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 

Its  glory  shall  restore; 
And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 
Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 

Rev.  William  Bourn  Oliver  Peabody.    (1799 — 1847.)    1823. 
'■""j  "  /  would  not  live  alway. "  1 1  • 

i    I  WOULD  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way  ; 
A  few  lurid  mornings,  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer.  4 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin,  j 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no,  welcome  the  tomb; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  i 

gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise. 
TohailHimin  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

5  Where  the  saintsofallagesin  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  3 

greet ; 

22 


While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasinglv 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul. 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg.    (1796 — )    1823. 


1286 


Longing  for  Rest. 
Ps.  lv. 


0  had  I,  my  Saviour,  the  wings  of  a  dove, 
How  soon  would  I  soar  to  Thy  presence  a- 

bove ; 
How  soon  would  I  flee  where  the  weary  have 

rest, 
And  hide  all  my  cares  in  Thy  sheltering 

breast. 

1  flutter,  I  struggle,  I  pant  to  get  free ; 

I  feel  me  a  captive  while  banished  from 

Thee: 
A  pilgrim  and  stranger,  the  desert  I  roam, 
Andlookonto  heaven,  and longtobe home. 

Ah,  there  the  wild  tempest  for  ever  shall 

cease ; 
Xo  billow  shall  ruffle  that  haven  of  peace ; 
Temptation  and  trouble  alike  shall  depart, 
All  tears  from  the  eye,  and  all  sin  from  the 

heart. 

Soon,  soon  may  this  Eden  of  promise  be 
mine ; 

Rise,  bright  Sun  of  glory,  no  more  to  de- 
cline : 

Thylight.yetunrisen.thewildernesscheers; 

O  what  will  it  be  when  the  fulness  appears  ? 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte.    (1793 — 1847.)    1S34. 


Parting  Words. 
Gen.  xxxii.  26. 


8,  7.  61. 


287 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking, 

Dear  companions,  let  me  go  ; 
We  have  spent  a  night  of  waking 

In  the  wilderness  below; 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way, 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 
Let  me  go,  I  may  not  tarry, 

Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears; 
Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry, 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears; 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so, 
If  you  love  me,  let  me  go. 
'Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me, 

Which  withdraws  me  from  your  sight;. 


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Walls  of  flesh  no  more  can  bound  me, 

But,  translated  into  light, 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen  you  hear  me  sing. 

4.  Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken, 
Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky; 
Am  I  dead? — nay,  by  this  token, 

Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die ; 
Would  you  solve  the  mystery, 
Come  up  hither,  come  and  see. 

James  Montgomery.   (1771 — 1854.)  1837.  ab. 


^°°  James  iv.  14. 


8,7-61. 


1  What  is  life  ?    'T  is  but  a  vapor, 

Soon  it  vanishes  away ; 
Life  is  like  a  dying  taper, 

O  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay? 
Why  not  spread  Thy  wings,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy? 

2  See  that  glory,  how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns,  the  King  of  saints: 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds,  His  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  His  love; 
Through  the  heavens  His  praises  sounding, 

Filling  all  the  courts  above: 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4.  Go,  and  share  His  people's  glory, 
Midst  the  ransomed  crowd  appear; 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 
One  that  angels  love  to  hear: 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly.    (1769 — 1855.)  1809. 
X  iiOy      Christ's  Presence  makes  Death  easy.     L.  M. 

i  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are  : 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 


3  O  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  herwings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 


Departing,  to  be  with  Christ 
Phil.  i.  2^,. 


L.  M. 


1290 

1  While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
And  view  the  scenes  on  either  hand, 
My  spirit  struggles  with  its  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

2  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  would  be; 
It  faints  my  much-loved  Lord  to  see; 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart, 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  envoys,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home  : 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4  That  blessed  interview,  how  sweet, 
To  fall  transported  at  His  feet; 
Raised  in  His  arms,  to  view  His  face, 
Through  the  full  beamings  of  His  grace. 

5  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 
I  '11  wait  Thy  signal  for  my  flight; 
For  while  Thy  service  I  pursue, 

I  find  my  heaven  begun  below. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702  — 1751  )  1755.  ab. 
I  2  9  I  Dying  in  the  L  ord.  L.  M . 

1  THE  hour  of  my  departure's  come; 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home : 
At  last,  O  Lord,  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  combat 's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 


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4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  Friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  Thy  command, 
I  give  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come; 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home : 
Now,  O  my  God,  let  trouble  cease; 
Now  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

Michael  Bruce.    (1746 — 1/67.)  1781. 
1292  "Asleep  in  Jesus."  L.  M. 

i  Asleep  in  Jesus:  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus:  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus:  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4.  Asleep  in  Jesus :  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5   Asleep  in  Jesus:  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs.  Margaret  Mackay.    1832.  ab. 


The  Death  of  the  Righteous. 
Num.  xxiii.  10. 


'3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lightsand  shades  alternate  dwell  : 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears, 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
' '  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !'• 

Mrs.  AnnaLaetitiaBarbauld.  (1743 — iE25-)i773.  ab.  andalt. 
I294  Resting  in  Christ.  L.  M. 

i  Gently,  my  Saviour,  let  me  down, 
To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death ; 
I  rest  my  soul  on  Thee  alone. 
E'en  till  my  last,  expiring  breath. 

2  Soon  will  the  storm  of  life  be  o'er, 

And  I  shall  enter  endless  rest; 
There  I  shall  live  to  sin  no  more, 
And  bless  Thy  name,  for  ever  blest. 

3  Bid  me  possess  sweet  peace  within ; 

Let  childlike  patience  keep  my  heart ; 
Then  shall  I  feel  my  heaven  begin, 
Before  my  spirit  hence  depart. 

4  O  speed  Thy  chariot,  God  of  love, 

And  take  me  from  this  world  of  woe; 
I  long  to  reach  those  joys  above, 
And  bid  farewell  to  all  below. 

5  There  shall  my  raptured  spirit  raise 

Still  louder  notes  than  angels  sing, 
High  glories  to  Immanuel'a  grace, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King. 

Rev.  Rowland  Hill.    (1744 — 1S33.)  1796. 


L.  M. 


1293 

1  How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he  dies, 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ; 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast. 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale,  when  storms  are  o'er: 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 


r  The  aged  Christian's  Prayer  and  Song 
Ps.  lxxi.  17 — 21. 


1295 

1  God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 

The  Guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declared  Thy  heavenly  truth, 
And  told  Thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  Thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years 
If  God,  my  Strength,  depart? 


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3  Let  me  Thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rising  age, 
And  leave  a  savour  of  Thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove; 
O  may  these  poor  remains  of  Dreath 
Teach  the  wide  world  Thy  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1719. 


'  Cast  me  not  off  in  old  Age." 
Ps.  Ixxi.  5—9. 


CM. 


1296 

1  MY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 

I  live  upon  Thy  truth; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen 

Repeated  every  year ; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  Thy  care. 

3  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise ; 
And  round  me  let  Thy  glory  shine, 
Whene'er  Thy  servant  dies. 

4  Then,  in  the  history  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  Thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  every  line  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.     1719.   ab. 

129/  Trust  in  Providence.  CM. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father  of  mankind, 

On  Thee  my  hopes  remain; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 
I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 

2  In  early  days  Thou  wast  my  Guide, 

And  of  my  youth  the  Friend; 

And  as  my  days  began  with  Thee, 

With  Thee  my  days  shall  end. 

3  I  know  the  Power  in  whom  I  trust, 

The  arm  on  which  I  lean  ; 
He  will  my  Saviour  ever  be, 
Who  has  my  Saviour  been. 

4  Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off,  when  age 

And  evil  days  descend; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  in  despair, 
To  mourn  my  latter  end. 


5  Therefore  in  life  I'll  trust  in  Thee, 
In  death  I  will  adore  ; 
And  after  death  will  sing  Thy  praise, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Michael  Bruce.   (1746 — '767.)  1781.  ab. 


Comfort  one  another. ' 
1  Thcss.  iv.  18. 


C.  M. 


1298 

1  Why  should  our  tears  in  •sorrow  flow, 

When  God  recalls  His  own, 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest; 
They  've  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, 

God  has  recalled  His  own; 
But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 
Still  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done !" 

Rev.  William  Hiley  Bathurst  (1796—)  1829.  ab. 

IO/-\<~k  Bereaved  Parents  comforted.  CM. 

z9y  k.  ivi.  4,5 

1  Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 

Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 

Say  not,  in  transports  of  despair, 

That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 

3  Though,  your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand, 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touched  by  th'  Almighty's  hand. 

4  "I  '11  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"In  My  own  house  a  place; 
No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace." 

5  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 

Through  which  Thy  face  we  see; 
And  bless  those  wounds  which  through  our 
Prepare  a  way  for  Thee.  [heart- 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702—1751  )  1755.  ab. 


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1300  The  Death  of  a  Child.  CM. 

i   Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies, 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That,  e'en  in  blooming,  dies. 

2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease,  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears, 

Religion  points  on  high; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 1778.)    1760.  ab. 
*  J  Infants  taken  to  the  Saviour's  Bosom.     C.  M. 

1  With  joy  I  se.e  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  the  Saviour's  face ; 
While  infants  in  His  tender  arms 
Receive  His  smiling  grace. 

2  "I  take  these  little  lambs,"  said  He, 

"And  lay  them  in  My  breast; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  Me, 
In  Me  be  ever  blest. 

3  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  My  love ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above." 

4.  His  words,  ye  happy  parents,  hear, 
And  shout  with  joys  divine, 
Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  Thine. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    1755.  ab. 


*  j"£  "Nan  ce  n est  pas  tnourir." 

1  NO,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  go  unto  our  God, 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 

Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

Heaven's  citizen  to  be; 


7,6,7,7,6. 


A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free. 

3  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  this  gracious  word, 
"Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 
For  evermore  possessing 

The  favor  of  Thy  Lord." 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know; 
His  sheep  He  ever  leadeth, 
His  peaceful  flock  He  feedeth, 

Where  living  pastures  grow. 

5  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling 

Of  Him  whose  sway  we  own. 

6  O  no,  this  is  not  dying, 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
There,  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing; 

Here,  drops  alone  we  find. 

Rev.  Caesar  Henri  Abraham  Malan.    (1787 — 1S64.)    1S41. 
Tr.  by  Prof.  Robinson  Potter  Dunn.    (1825 — 1867.)    1852. 

^303  "Cuter  Hirt,  D11  hast gestillet."  7,8,7,8,7,7. 

1  Tender  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 

Now  Thy  little  lamb's  brief  weeping; 
Ah,  how  peaceful,  pale,  and  mild 

In  its  narrow  bed  'tis  sleeping, 
And  no  sigh  of  anguish  sore 
Heaves  that  little  bosom  more. 

2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  Thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it; 
To  the  sunny  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  in  light. 

3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see, 

I         That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving; 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove, 
Though  Thou  take  what  most  we  love. 
Rev.  Wilhelm  Meinhold.     (1797—1851.! 
|Tr.  by  Miss  Cath-rine  Winkworth.    (i82t>—)    1858   si.  alt 


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1 3^4  For  Otte  departing.  8,7. 

1  Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 

All  thy  mourning  days  below; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go. 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo,  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  purchase  of  His  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  His  uttermost  salvation, 
To  His  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joy  He  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory, 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.   (1708 — 1788.)  1749. 


Consolation 
Rev.  xxi.  3,  4,  23,  25. 


8,7- 


1305 

1  Think,  O  ye,  who  fondly  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love, 
While  your  bosoms  throb  with  anguish, 
They  are  warbling  hymns  above. 

2  While  your  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Night,  the  face  of  nature  veiling, 

Rears  her  sable  throne  no  more 
'Mid  those  spirits  pure,  inhaling 
Life  from  Him  whom  they  adore. 

4  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  His  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

5  Cease,  then,  mourner,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer.    (1782 — 1854.)  1812.  ab. 
*3  "  Alles  schwindet:  Herzen  brechen."     8,7. 

I   All  is  dying ;  hearts  are  breaking 
Which  to  ours  were  closely  bound; 
And  the  lips  have  ceased  from  speaking, 
Which  once  uttered  such  sweet  sound. 


2  And  the  arms  are  powerless  lying, 

Which  were  our  support  and  stay; 
And  the  eyes  are  dim  and  dying, 

Which  once  watched  us  night  and  day 

3  Everything  we  love  and  cherish 

Hastens  onward  to  the  grave ; 
Earthly  joys  and  pleasures  perish, 
And  whate'er  the  world  e'er  gave. 

4  All  is  fading,  all  is  fleeing; 

Earthly  flames  must  cease  to  glow, 
Earthly  beings  cease  from  being, 
Earthly  blossoms  cease  to  blow. 

5  Yet  unchanged  while  all  decayeth, 

Jesus  stands  upon  the  dust; 
Lean  on  Me  alone,  He  sayeth; 
Hope  and  love,  and  firmly  trust. 

6  O  abide,  abide  with  Jesus, 

Who  Himself  forever  lives, 

Who  from  death  eternal  frees  us, 

Yea,  who  life  eternal  gives. 

Rev.  Carl  Johann  Plulipp  Spitta.    us  1 — 1859)  1833. 
Tr.  by  Richard  Massie.    i860,  ab. 

■*•  jr^  I  A  Funeral  Hymn.  7" 

1  Brother,  though  from  yonder  sky 
Cometh  neither  voice  nor  cry, 

Yet  we  know  from  thee  to-day 
Every  pain  hath  passed  away. 

2  Not  for  thee  shall  tears  be  given, 
Child  of  God  and  heir  of  heaven; 
For  He  gave  thee  sweet  release; 
Thine  the  Christian's  death  of  peace. 

Well  we  know  thy  living  faith 
Had  the  power  to  conquer  death; 
As  a  living  rose  may  bloom 
By  the  border  of  the  tomb. 

4  Brother,  in  that  solemn  trust 
We  commend  thee,  dust  to  dust; 
In  that  faith  we  wait,  till,  risen 
Thou  shalt  meet  us  all  in  heaven. 

5  While  we  weep  as  Jesus  wept, 
Thou  shalt  sleep  as  Jesus  slept; 
With  thy  Saviour  Thou  shalt  rest, 
Crowned,  and  glorified,  and  blest. 

Rev.  James  Henry  Bancroft.    (xSig — 1S44.)    1839. 


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130"  Christian  Burial.  7 

i  Brother,  now  thy  toils  are  o'er, 
Fought  the  battle,  won  the  crown ; 
On  life's  rough  and  barren  shore 
Thou  hast  laid  thy  burden  down. 

2  Through  death's  valley,  dim  and  dark, 

Jesus  guide  thee  in  the  gloom, 
Show  thee  where  His  footprints  mark 
Tracks  of  glory  through  the  tomb. 

3  Angels  bear  thee  to  the  land 

Where  the  towers  of  Zion  rise, 
Safely  lead  thee  by  the  hand 
To  the  fields  of  Paradise. 

4  White-robed  at  the  golden  gate 

Of  the  New  Jerusalem, 
May  the  host  of  martyrs  wait, 
Give  thee  part  and  lot  with  them. 

5  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust, 

Clay  we  give  to  kindred  clay; 
In  the  sure  and  certain  trust 
Of  the  Resurrection  Day. 

6  Christ  the  Sower  sows  thee  here : 

When  the  eternal  day  shall  dawn, 
He  will  gather  in  the  ear 
On  that  Resurrection  morn. 

Rev.  Gerard  Moultrie.    1867.  ab. 

Inr\/-\  Citizenship  in  Heaven.  7 

3uy  Ps  *v 

1  Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar? 
Who  an  ever-welcome  guest, 

In  Thy  holy  place  shall  rest? 

2  He  whose  heart  Thy  love  has  warmed; 
He,  whose  will  to  Thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run; 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one  ; 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God; 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  Thee  ordained  ; 

4.  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done; 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  Thy  care, 
And  Thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

Rev.  James  Merrick.    (1720 — 1769.)    1765.  alt. 


13  10         The  Death  0/  the  Righteous.    6,6,8,6,8,8. 

i   This  place  is  holy  ground; 

World,  with  thy  cares  away: 
Silence  and  darkness  reign  around; 

But,  lo,  the  break  of  day ! 
What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears. 

2  'Tis  not  the  morning  light, 

That  wakes  the  lark  to  sing; 
'T  is  not  a  meteor  of  the  night, 

Nor  track  of  angel's  wing: 
It  is  an  uncreated  beam, 
Like  that  which  shone  on  Jacob's  dream. 

3  Behold  the  bed  of  death, 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay ; 
Heard  ye  the  sobs  of  parting  breath  ? 

Marked  ye  the  eyes'  last  ray? 
No ;  life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

4  Could  tears  revive  the  dead, 

Rivers  should  swell  our  eyes; 
Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  fled, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs, 
Till  love  relumed  this  altered  mein, 
And  all  th'  embodied  soul  were  seen. 

5  Bury  the  dead;  and  weep 

In  stillness  o'er  the  loss; 
Bury  the  dead :   in  Christ  they  sleep, 

Who  bore  on  earth  His  cross, 
And  from  the  grave  their  dust  shall  rise, 
In  His  own  image  to  the  skies. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)    1816.  ab. 
I  3  *  *  The  Loss  of  Friends.       6,6,8,6,8,8. 

1  Friend  after  friend  departs; 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end ; 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath ; 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 


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3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night; 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771— 1854.)    1816. 

T  o  T  O  Go/  the  Light  of  His  Saints.  C.  M. 

Ij1^  Is-  be.  20. 

1  Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light; 
Farewell,  thou  ever  changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed  ; 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  His  beams  display, 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes; 

Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 

Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  His  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge     (1702 — 1751.)  1755. 


The  Promised  Land. 
Is.  xxxiii.  17. 


C.  M. 


1313 

I    FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 


2  Fair  distant  land  ;  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  joys  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more. 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  more  complains; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  Throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

6  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

For  Thy  bright  courts  on  high; 
Then  bid  our  spirit  rise,  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (1717 — 177S.)  1760.  ab. 
■*■  O      T"  Yearning  for  Home.  CM. 

1  My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world, 

Is  like  some  fluttered  dove, 
And  fain  would  be  as  swift  of  wing 
To  flee  to  Him  I  love 

2  May  not  an  exile,  Lord,  desire 

His  own  sweet  land  to  see? 
May  not  a  captive  seek  release," 
A  prisoner,  to  be  free? 

3  A  child,  when  far  away,  may  long 
For  home  and  kindred  dear ; 

And  she,  that  waits  her  absent  lord, 
May  sigh  till  he  appear. 

4  I  would,  my  Lord  and  Saviour,  know 

That  which  no  measure  knows; 
Would  search  the  mystery  of  Thy  love, 
The  depths  of  all  Thy  woes. 

5  I  fain  would  strike  my  harp  divine 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
There  cast  my  crown  of  Righteousness, 
And  sing  what  grace  has  done. 

6  Ah,  leave  me  not  in  this  base  world, 

A  stranger  still  to  roam  ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  take  me  to  Thyself; 
Come,  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

Robert  Cleaver  Chapman.    1837,  1852.  ab, 


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i  THE  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 
The  brightness  of  the  day, 
The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky; 
How  fast  they  fade  away. 

2  O  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven, 

O  for  the  golden  floor; 
O  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
That  setteth  nevermore. 

3  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  fast  they  tire  and  faint ; 

How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint. 

4  O  for  a  heart  that  never  sins, 

O  for  a  soul  washed  white ; 
O  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary  day  or  night. 

5  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher; 
But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace 
Beyond  our  best  desire. 

6  O  by  Thy  love  and  anguish,  Lord, 

O  by  Thy  life  laid  down, 
O  that  we  fall  not  from  Thy  grace, 
Nor  cast  away  our  crown. 

Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander.    1853. 
*  £)  *  "  A  Funeral  Hymn.  0,4- 

1  Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  Thee, 

Father  divine : 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath  ; 
Owning  that  life  and  death 
Alike  are  Thine. 

2  O  Father,  in  that  hour, 
When  earth  all  succoring  power 

Shall  disavow ; 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown, 
In  faintness  are  cast  down; 

Sustain  us,  Thou. 

3  By  Him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod  ; 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
Was  not  to  pass  away; 

Aid  us,  O  God. 


4  Tremblers  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  Thee  to  save, 

Father  divine : 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath, 
Keep  us  in  life  and  death, 

Thine,  only  Thine. 

Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea  Hemans.    (1794 — 1S35.)   1832.  ab. 
I  3  I  7         The  dying  Believer  to  his  Soul.  7-  D. 

i  Deathless  spirit,  now  arise, 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies ; 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  His  glorious  likeness  wrought, 
Go,  to  shine  before  His  tnrone;' 
Deck  His  mediatorial  crown; 
Go,  His  triumphs  to  adorn; 
Made  for  God,  to  God  return. 

2  Lo,  He  beckons  from  on  high, 
Fearless  to  His  presence  fly: 
Thine  the  merit  of  His  Blood; 
Thine  the  Righteousness  of  God. 
Angels,  joyful  to  attend, 
Hovering  round  thy  pillow,  bend; 
Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given, 
And  escort  thee  quick  to  heaven. 

3  Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Him; 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Stilled  its  tossing,  hushed  its  roar. 
Safe  is  the  expanded  wave, 
Gentle  as  a  summer's  eve; 

Not  one  object  of  His  care 
Ever  suffered  shipwreck  there. 

4  See  the  haven  full  in  view ; 

Love  divine  shall  bear  thee  through; 

Trust  to  that  propitious  gale ; 

Weigh  thy  anchor,  spread  thy  sail. 

Saints,  in  glory  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade; 

Aident  for  thy  coming  o'er, 

See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady.  (1740 — 1778.)  1776.  ab. 

and  alt 


The  House  not  made  with  Hands. 
2  Cor.  v.  1. 


13  I"  2  Cor.  v.  1.  7.  P. 

I  Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay, 

Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath; 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away; 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death : 


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Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks, 
While  the  faithful  Christian  dies; 

Thus  the  bonds  of  life  He  breaks, 
And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

Prisoner,  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe; 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest: 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise: 
Hark,  the  judgment-trumpet  calls, 

Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay; 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — IS54-)  1803. 
13^9  A  Funeral  Hymn.  7.  D- 

1  HARK,  a  voice  divides  the  sky: 

Happy  are  the  faithful  dead, 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die ; 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed; 
Them  the  Spirit  hath  declared 

Blest,  unutterably  blest; 
Jesus  is  their  great  Reward, 

Jesus  is  their  endless  Rest. 

2  Followed  by  their  works,  they  go 

Where  their  Head  hath  gone  before; 
Reconciled  by  grace  below, 

Grace  hath  opened  mercy's  door; 
Justified  through  faith  alone, 

Here  they  knew  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Here  they  laid  their  burden  down, 

Hallowed,  and  made  fit  for  heaven. 

3  Who  can  now  lament  the  lot 

Of  a  saint  in  Christ  deceased? 
Let  the  world,  who  knows  us  not, 

Call  us  hopeless  and  unblest: 
Jesus  smiles  and  saySj  "Well  done, 

Good  and  faithful  servant  thou  ! 
Enter,  and  receive  thy  crown; 

Reign  with  Me  triumphant  now  !" 


4  Angels  catch  the  approving  sound, 

Bow,  and  bless  the  just  award, 
Hail  the  heir  with  glory  crowned, 

Now  rejoicing  with  his  Lord; 
Fuller  joys  ordained  to  know, 

Waiting  for  the  general  doom, 
When  the  archangel's  trump  shall  blow, 

"Rise,  ye  dead,  to  judgment  come." 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S— 17S8.)    1742.  ab. 
1320  A  Funeral  Hymn.  7>D- 

1  Lo,  the  prisoner  is  released, 

Lightened  of  his  fleshly  load; 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 

He  is  gathered  unto  God: 
Lo,  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 

All  his  warfare  now  is  o'er, 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast, 

Grief  and  suffering  are  no  more. 

2  Yes,  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 

Ended  is  the  glorious  strife; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  work  is  done, 

Death  is  swallowed  up  of  life; 
Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 

Far  from  earth  the  spirit  flies, 
Finds  his  God,  and  sits 'and  sings, 

Triumphing  in  Paradise. 

3  Blessing,  honor,  thanks,  and  praise, 

Pay  we,  gracious  God,  to  Thee ; 
Thou,  in  Thine  abundant  grace, 

Givest  us  the  victory: 
True  and  faithful  to  Thy  word, 

Thou  hast  glorified  Thy  Son; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  dying  Lord, 

He  for  us  the  fight  hath  won. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1742.  ab.  and  si.  alt 
132  I       The  Death  and Burial  of a  Saint.-       CM. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shakes  at  death's  alarms? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 


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There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
Ai.ci  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  the  dying  Head? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising-day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 

ynnA        The  Blessedness  of  dying  Saints.  CM. 

*0««  Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead; 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blessed ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are: 
From  sufferings  and  from  sins  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts 


5  Together  to  their  Father's  house 

With  joyful  hearts  they  go: 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 

6  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 

We  reach  the  happy  shore, 
Where  death-divided  friends  at  last 
Shall  meet,  to  part  no  more. 

Michael  Bruce.    (1746 — 1767.)  17S1.  ab. 
1324  At  the  Interment  of  a  Body.  L.  Z.l. 

1  Unveil,  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept :   God's  dying  Son 

Passed  thro1  the  grave, and  blest  the  bed ; 

Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne 

The  morningbreak,and  pierce  theshade. 

4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn ; 

Attend,  O  earth,  His  sovereign  word; 
Restore  thy  trust :   a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Vt'atts.    1734. 


"  Sorrow  not." 
1  Thess.  Lv.  13. 


1709. 
C.  M. 


Death  not  the  End  of  our  Being 
Ps.  Ixviii. 


L.  M. 


1323 

i    As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again 
Victorious  from  the  dead, 
So  His  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  clouds 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 
The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge. 
And  earth's  foundations  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high; 
The  heavenly  host,  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 


1325 

1  Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life, 

For  ever  moulder  in  the  grave? 
Canst  Thou  forget  Thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise,  and  Thy  power  to  save? 

2  In  those  dark  silent  realms  of  night, 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise? 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 
No  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies? 

3  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears : 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness 
sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

I  Faith  sees  the  bright  eternal  doors 
Unfold  to  ma'ke  His  children  way; 
They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

R!ev.  Timothy  Dwight.    (1752 — 1S17.)  1800.  ab.  and  si.  alt 


244 


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:326 


Death  swallowed  up  in  Victory.        L.  M. 

1  We  sing  His  love  who  once  was  slain, 
Who  soon  o'er  death  revived  again, 
That  all  His  saints  through  Him  might  have 
Eternal  conquests  o'er  the  grave. 

2  The  saints  who  now  in  Jesus  sleep, 
His  own  almighty  power  shall  keep, 
Till  dawns  the  bright  illustrious  day, 
When  death  itself  shall  die  away. 


3  When  Jesus  we  in  glory  meet, 
Our  utmost  joys  shall  be  complete; 
When  landed  on  that  heavenly  shore, 
Death  and  the  curse  will  be  no  more. 

4  Hasten,  dear  Lord,  the  glorious  day, 
And  this  delightful  scene  display: 
When  all  Thy  saints  from  death  shall  n 
Raptured  in  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

Rev.  Rowland  Hill.    (1744 — 1S33.)  1796.  ab 


1327  At  a  Funeral.  13,11,12,12. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb; 
Thy  Saviour  has  passed  through  the  portal  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the-  world  by  thy  side : 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  foi  the  Sinless  hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  and,  its  mansion  forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered  long; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beamed  on  thy  waking, 

And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was  the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee; 

Whose  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian  and  Guide: 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore  thee; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  has  died. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783 — 1826.)    1012. 


1328 


"  The  Lord  is  viy  Portion." 
Lam.  iii.  24. 


13,11,12,12. 


1  While  Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  Help  and  Defender, 

No  cares  can  o'erwhelm  me,  no  terrors  appall; 
The  wiles  and  the  snares  of  this  world  will  but  render 
More  lively  my  hope  in  my  God  and  my  All. 

2  To  Thee,  dearest  Lord,  will  I  turn  without  ceasing, 

Though  grief  may  oppress  me,  or  sorrow  befall, 
And  love  Thee  till  death,  my  blest  spirit  releasing, 
Secures  to  me  Jesus,  my  God  and  my  all. 

Rev.  William  Young.    (—1757.)   ab. 
1329  For  a  Minister  cut  off  in  his  Usefulness.  1 1 ,  IO,  1 1 , 1 0,9, 10. 

I   Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 
In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power; 
A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time, 

The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 

Cho.     Servant  of  Jesus,  pass  to  thy  rest: 

Soldier  of  Jesus,  go  dwell  among  the  blest. 


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1330 


Go  to  the  grave ;  at  noon  from  labor  cease ; 

Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest-task  is  done; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 

Soldier,  go  home ;   with  thee  the  fight  is  won.     Cho. 
Go  to  the  grave,  which,  faithful  to  its  trust, 

The  germ  of  immortality  shall  keep ; 
While,  safe  as  watched  by  cherubim,  thy  dust 

Shall  to  the  judgment-day  in  Jesus  sleep.     Cho. 
Go  to  the  grave,  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay 

In  death's  embraces,  ere  He  rose  on  high; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow  way, 

Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky.    Cho. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771— 1854.)   1825.  ab.  and  Cho.  added. 

"The  Pilgrims  0/  the  Night"  1 1, IO,1 1,10,9,10. 

Hark,  hark,  my  soul:  angelic  songs  are  swelling 

O'er  earth's  green  fields  and  ocean's  wave-beat  shore; 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains  are  telling 

Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no  more. 
Chorus.     Angels  of  Jesus,  angels  of  light, 

Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of  the  night. 
Angels,  sing  on,  your  faithful  watches  keeping, 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above; 
Till  morning's  joy  shall  end  the  night  of  weeping, 

And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloudless  love.     Cho. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814 — 1863.)    1849.  ab.  and  alt 


1-3 3*         On  the  Death  of  a  Minister.  S.  M.  d. 

i  Servant  of  God,  well  done, 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 
The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 

He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

2  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"To  meet  thy  God  prepare!" 
He  woke,  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye; 

Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 
His  spirit  with  a  bound 

Left  its  encumbering  clay  ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 

A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

3  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease, 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done, 


Praise  be  thy  new  employ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

James  Montgomery.    (1771 — 1854.)  1825.  ab. 
'■JO"  '-Non,  cz  n'est pas  mourir."         S.  M.  D. 

i   It  is  not  death  to  die, 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  'midst  the  brotherhood  on  high, 

To  be  at  home  with  God. 
It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake  in  glorious  repose, 

To  spend  eternal  years. 
2  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon-chain,  to  breathe  the  air 

Of  boundless  liberty. 
Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  Life, 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die; 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 

To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 

Rev.  Caesar  Henri  Abraham  Malan.    (1787 — 1S64.)  1841 
Tr.  by  Rev.  George  Washington  Bethune.  (1805 — iS6-Q  :i- , 


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1 333  The  Death  of  the  Righteous,         S.  M.  d. 

i   O  FOR  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord : 
O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 
Their  bodies,  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 

Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

2  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  Him  above. 
With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 

Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith.    (1808— )    1S31. 
I  334  "For  ever  with  the  Lord."  S.  M. 

1  For  ever  with  the  Lord  : 

Amen,  so  let  it  be; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'T  is  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 

4  Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  "For  ever  with  the  Lord:" 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

James  Montgomery.   (1771 — 1854.)    1835.  ab. 


*  3  3  5  The  Flesh  resting  in  Hope. 

I  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 
Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-sore  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now. 


S.  M. 


2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 
Through  these  parched  lips  of  thinenomore 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 

Awake,  come  forth  and  sing; 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'T  was  sown  in  weakness  here, 

'T  will  then  be  raised  in  power : 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )    1857.  ab. 
*-3o®  Our  House  above.  S.  M. 

1  We  have  a  house  above, 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands; 
And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  love, 
That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 

2  It  stands  securely  high, 

Indissolubly  sure; 
Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 
Shall  evermore  endure. 

3  Beneath  our  earthly  load 

We  labor  now  and  groan, 
And  hasten  toward  that  house  of  God, 
And  struggle  to  be  gone. 

4  Full  of  immortal  hope, 

We  urge  the  restless  strife, 
And  hasten  to  be  swallowed  up 
Of  everlasting  life. 

5  Thy  grace  with  glory  crown, 

Who  hast  the  earnest  given, 
And  then  triumphantly  come  down 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)  1759.  ab.  and  si.  alt. 


TQrtiy  "  Surely  I  come  quickly." 

^■JJ  /  Rev.  xxii.  20. 


8,7.  4- 


I  O'ER  the  distant  mountains  breaking, 
Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking, 
Rise,  and  sing,  and  watch,  and  pray: 

'Tis  thy  Saviour, 
On  His  bright,  returning  way. 


JUDCI.IEMT    AMD    ETERKITY 


3<7 


2  O  Thou  long  expected,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee; 
Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see : 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me? 

3  Long,  too  long,  in  sin  and  sadness, 

Far  away  from  Thee  I  pine  ; 
When,  O  when,  shall  I  the  gladness 
Of  Thy  Spirit  feel  in  mine? 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  shall  I  be  wholly  Thine? 

4  Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand; 
Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

O  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land. 

5  With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burning, 

Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 
Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning 
To  restore  me  to  my  home, 

Come,  my  Saviour, 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell.    (1811 — )    1863. 
*33"  "Dies  irce,  dies  ilia."  8,  7,  4. 

1  Lo,  He  cometh :  countless  trumpets 

Blow  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead; 
Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
See  their  great  exalted  Head: 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God. 

2  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints,  behold  the  Judge  appear; 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  Him  ; 
Now  the  royal  sentence  hear : 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

3  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows; 
Endless  praise  be  your  employ:" 

Hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  to  the  skies. 

Rev.  Jchn  Cenmck.    (1717— 1755.)    i74q.  ab. 


*339  "The  Judgmc?it  Trumpet."  8,  7,  4. 

1  Hark,  the  judgment-trumpet  sounding 

Rends  the  skies  and  shakes  the  poles ; 
Lo,  the  day,  with  wrath  abounding, 
Breaks  upon  astonished  souls: 

Every  creature 
Now  the  awful  Judge  beholds. 

2  Jesus,  Captain  of  salvation, 

Leads  His  armies  down  the  skies, 
Every  kindred,  tribe  and  nation, 
From  the  sleep  of  death,  arise: 

Heaven's  loud  summons 
Fills  the  world  with  dread  surprise. 

3  Zion's  King,  His  throne  ascending, 

Calls  His  saints  before  His  face  : 
Crowns,  with  glory  never-ending, 
All  the  children  of  His  grace: 

Heaven  shall  echo; 
Songs  of  triumph  fill  the  place. 

Rev.  Nathan  Sidney  Smith  Beman.  (17S6 — 1871.)  1832.  ab 
■*•  OT"  Christ's  Second  Coining.  8,  7,  4« 

i   Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 

Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth,  shall  flee  away; 

All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day; 

Come  to  judgriient, 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away. 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear: 

All  His  saints,  by  men  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air: 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 


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5  Yea,  amen ;  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne: 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own  : 

O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)    1758. 
Rev.  Martin  Madan.    (1726—1790.)    1760.  ab. 

I  34  I  The  Day  of  Judgment.  8,  7,  4. 

1  Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders, 

Hark,  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round: 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound. 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine : 
You  who  long  for  His  appearing 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine:" 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  Thine. 

j  At  His  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  His  looks,  prepare  to  flee: 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "Come  near,  ye  blessed, 


See  the  kingdom  I  bestow; 

You  for  ever 
Shall  My  love  and  glory  know." 

Rev.  John  Newton.    (1725— 1807.)  1779.  ab. 

In  1  fy        Christ  in  us  the  Hope  oj  Glory.  7  6  7  4   D. 
.54^  Col   i.  27.  "     "^ 

1  In  us  the  hope  of  glory, 

O  risen  Lord,  art  Thou; 
The  first-fruits  of  the  Spirit 

Are  in  us  now. 
Yet  still  in  dust  and  ashes 

Before  Thy  throne  we  kneel; 
And  in  our  hearts  is  hidden 
Thy  living  seal. 

2  The  whole  creation  groaneth 

In  prison  chains  for  Thee: 
O  rend  the  veil  asunder, 

And  set  us  free. 
Raise  up  Thy  holy  sleepers, 

And  change  Thy  saints  on  earth, 
In  all,  as  one,  revealing 
The  second  birth. 

3  O  come  in  all  Thy  glory, 

Our  great  Immanuel; 
Come  forth,  our  Prince  and  Saviour, 

With  us  to  dwell. 
Bring  Thine  eternal  Sabbath, 

Bring  Thine  eternal  day, 
And  cause  all  grief  and  sighing 
To  flee  away. 

Unknown  Author. 


1243  'ISoii  6  Nv/u.<£ios  cpxeTai.  14. 

1  Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh  in  the  middle  of  the  night, 
And  blest  is  he  whose  loins  are  girt,  whose  lamp  is  burning  bright; 
But  woe  to  that  dull  servant,  whom  the  Master  shall  surprise 
With  lamp  untrimmed,  unburning,  and  with  slumber  in  his  eyes. 

2  Do  thou,  my  soul,  beware,  beware  lest  thou  in  sleep  sink  down, 
Lest  thou  be  given  o'er  to  death,  and  lose  the  golden  crown ; 
But  see  that  thou  be  sober,  with  watchful  eye,  and  thus 

Cry,  "Holy,  holy,  holy  God,  have  mercy  upon  us." 

3  That  day,  the  day  of  fear,  shall  come;  my  soul  slack  not  thy  toil, 
But  light  thy  lamp,  and  feed  it  well,  and  make  it  bright  with  oil ; 
Who  knowest  not  how  soon  may  sound  the  cry  at  eventide, 
"Behold  the  Bridegroom  comes.     Arise!  Go  forth  to  meet  the  Bride." 

4  Beware,  my  soul,  take  thou  good  heed,  lest  thou  in  slumber  lie, 
And,  like  the  five,  remain  without,  and  knock,  and  vainly  cry; 

But  watch,  and  bear  thy  lamp  undimmed,  and  Christ  shall  gird  thee  on 
His  own  bright  wedding-robe  of  light,  the  glory  of  the  Son. 

Rev.  Gerard  Moultrie.  1867. 


JUDGMENT    AND    ETERNITY. 


349 


••044  "  Hora  novissima.  7i  "• 

1  The  world  is  very  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late: 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate; 
The  Judge  that  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  that  comes  with  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

To  diadem  the  right. 

2  Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead; 
To  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  no  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 

3  O  Home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn. 
'Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

Where  wisdom  has  no  bound, 
The  beatific  vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around. 

4  O  happy,  holy  portion, 

Refection  for  the  blest, 
True  vision  of  true  beauty, 

Sweet  cure  of  all  distrest; 
Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory; 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light; 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it, 

Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect, 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect: 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.   c.   1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.  (1818— 1866.)  1858.  si.  alt. 

1345     Death  and  Judgment  anticipated.    C.  P.  M. 

i   Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 
Secure,  insensible: 


A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure, 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live, 

And  reign  with  Thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1749.  ab.  and  alt 
134-6  Prayer  for  Grace.  C.  P.  M. 

1  WHENThou,myrighteousJudge,shaltccme 
To  fetch  Thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shah  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  Thy  right  hand? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  Thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  Thou  for  them  shalt  call? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  Thy  grace ; 

Be  Thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear. 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 


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4  Among  Thy  saints  let  mc  be  found, 
W  hene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  Thy  smiling  face; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Selina,  Countess  of  Huntingdon.    (1707— 1791.)  1772.  alt. 
■£■34/        '■  Es  ist  geivisslich  an  der  Zeit."  °,  7. 

i   Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear? 

The  end  of  things  created ; 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated; 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before ; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding; 
Caught  up  to  meet  Him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding; 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 

3  But  sinners,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  His  wrath  prevailing: 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

4  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear? 

The  end  of  things  created ; 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated; 
Beneath  His  cross  I  view  the  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Him. 

Rev.  Bartholomew  Ringwaldt.    (1530 — 1598.)    1585.  ab. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer.  (1782 — 1854.)  1812.  alt. 


Earth  and  Heaven  shaken. 
Heb.  xii.  26. 


1348 

I    The  Lord  of  Might  from  Sinai's  brow 
Gave  forth  His  voice  of  thunder; 
And  Israel  lay  on  earth  below, 

Outstretched  in  fear  and  wonder: 
Beneath  His  feet  was  pitchly  night, 
And  at  His  left  hand  and  His  right 
The  rocks  were  rent  asunder. 


8,7- 


The  Lord  of  Love,  on  Calvary, 
A  meek  and  suffering  stranger, 

Upraised  to  heaven  His  languid  eye 
In  nature's  hour  of  danger : 

For  us  He  bore  the  weight  of  woe, 

For  us  He  gave  His  blood  to  flow, 
And  met  His  Father's  anger. 

The  Lord  of  Love,  the  Lord  of  Might, 

The  King  of  all  created, 
Shall  back  return  to  claim  His  right, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated; 
With  trumpet-sound,  and  angel-song, 
And  hallelujahs  loud  and  long, 

O'er  death  and  hell  defeated. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    (1783—1826.)    1827. 
■  349  "  Dies  tree,  dies  ilia."  L.  M. 

Day  of  wrath,  O  day  of  mourning  ! 
See  fulfilled  the  prophets'  warning, 
Heaven  and  earth  in  ashes  burning! 
O  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  heaven  the  Judge  descendeth, 
On  whose  sentence  all  dependeth ! 

Wondrous  sound  the  trumpet  flingeth; 
Through  earth's  sepulchres  it  ringeth; 
All  before  the  throne  it  bringeth. 
Death  is  struck,  and  nature  quaking; 
All  creation  is  awaking, 
To  its  Judge  an  answer  making. 

Lo,  the  book  exactly  worded, 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded  : 
Thence  shall  judgment  be  awarded. 
When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth, 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unavenged  remaineth. 

4  What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading? 
Who  for  me  be  interceding, 

When  the  just  are  mercy  needing? 
King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salvation  send  us, 
Fount  of  pity,  then  befriend  us. 

5  Think,  good  Jesus,  my  salvation 
Cost  Thy  wondrous  incarnation; 
Leave  me  not  to  reprobation. 

Faint  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me, 
On  the  cross  of  suffering  bought  me. 
Shall  such  "-race  be  vainly  brought  me? 


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6  Righteous  Judge,  for  sin's  pollution, 
Grant  Thy  gift  of  absolution, 

Ere  that  day  of  retribution. 
Guilty,  now  I  pour  my  moaning, 
All  my  shame  with  anguish  owning; 
Spare,  O  God,  Thy  suppliant  groaning. 

7  Thou  the  sinful  woman  saved'st; 
Thou  the  dying  thief  forgavest ; 
And  to  me  a  hope  vouchsafest. 
Worthless  are  my  prayers  and  signing, 
Yet,  good  Lord,  in  grace  complying, 
Rescue  me  from  fires  undying. 

8  With  Thy  favored  sheep  O  place  me ; 
Nor  among  the  goats  abase  me; 

But  to  Thy  right  hand  upraise  me. 
While  the  wicked  arc  confounded, 
Doomed  to  flames  of  woe  unbounded, 
Call  me,  with  Thy  saints  surrounded. 

9  Low  I  kneel  with  heart  submission, 
See,  like  ashes,  my  contrition ; 
Help  me  in  my  last  condition. 

Ah,  that  day  of  tears  and  mourning ! 
From  the  dust  of  earth  returning, 
Man  for  judgment  must  prepare  him. 

Thomas  of  Celano.   c.  1250. 
Rev.  William  Josiah  Irons.    (1812 — )    1848.  ab.  and  alt. 

«J»3^'  ''Dies  irtr,  dies  ilia."  L.  M. 

1  THAT  aay  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinners  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,shrivellinglike a  parched  scroll, 
The  naming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead. 

3  O  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Thomas  of  Celano.   c.  1250. 
Sir  Walter  Scott.    (1771 — 1832.)    1805. 

T  O  t  T      "  He  cometh  to  judge  the  Earth."  L.  M. 

^JJ^  Ps.  xcvi.  13. 

i  The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake, 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  li«ht. 


2  The  Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come,  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  He  who   wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
O  God,  is  this  the  Crucified? 

5  Go,  tyrants,  to  the  rocks  complain, 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.    181 1. 
•DO  Trjf  rnj.ipav  rr\y  fipiKTrjv.  L.  M. 

i   THAT  fearful  day,  that  day  of  dread, 
WhenThou shaltjudge  thequickanddead ; 
O  God,  I  shudder  to  foresee 
The  awful  things  which  then  shall  be. 

2  When  Thou  shalt  come,  Thine  angels  rounc 
With  legions,  and  with  trumpet  sound ; 
O  Saviour,  grant  me  in  the  air 

With  all  Thy  saints,  to  meet  Thee  there. 

3  Weep,  O  my  soul,  ere  that  great  day, 
When  God  shall  shine  in  plain  array; 
O  weep  thy  sin,  that  thou  may'st  be 
In  that  severest  judgment  free. 

4  O  Christ,  forgive,  remit,  protect, 
And  set  Thy  servant  with  the  elect; 
That  I  may  hear  the  voice,  that  calls 
The  righteous  to  Thy  heavenly  halls. 

Theodore  of  the  Studium.    (759 — 826.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.  (1818— 1866.;  1862.  alt 

«j0«5     Looking fortoard to  the  Judgment.       S.  M. 

1  THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 

With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear. 

2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  r.s  up  to  pray; 


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3  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down,- 

4  The  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  Thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  Thy  glorious  grace. 

5  O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  His  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord. 

6  O  may  we  thus  insure 

Our  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (170S — 1788.)    1749.  ab. 


The  Day  of  Doom. 
Matt  xxv.  41. 


S.  M. 


1354 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend, 

And  must  the  dead  arise, 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  How  v.-ill  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  His  face 
Astonished  shrink  away? 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread. 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  His  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  His  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge.    (1702 — 1751.)  1755.  ab. 
^  JJJ     Fear  and  Joy  at  Christ's  Coming.         S.  M. 

I  Behold,  the  day  is  come, 

The  righteous  Judge  is  near, 
And  sinners,  trembling  at  their  doom, 
Shall  soon  their  sentence  hear. 


2  Angels  in  bright  attire 

Conduct  Him  through  the  skies; 
Darkness  and  tempests,  smoke  and  fire, 
Attend  Him  as  He  flies. 

3  How  awful  is  the  sight, 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar; 

The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  light, 

And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

4  The  whole  creation  groans, 

But  saints  arise  and  sing; 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  He  their  God  and  King. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome.    (1717— 1795.)    1818. 


1356 


Advent.  S.  B/ 

1  The  Church  has  waited  long 

Her  absent  Lord  to  see ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 

2  Age  after  age  has  gone, 

Sun  after  sun  has  set, 
And  still,  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  yet. 

Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died; 

And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 
We  laid  them  side  by  side ; 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 
But  not  in  hope  forlorn ; 

We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  The  whole  creation  groans, 
And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 

That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 
And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1S08  — )    1857.  ab. 


I357  11  'ailing  for  Christ. 

I  In  expectation  sweet 

We  wait,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Till  Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet, 
And  see  an  endless  day. 


S.  M. 


JUDGMENT    AND    ZTZRNITY. 


353 


2  H:  comes,  the  Conqueror  comes; 

Death  falls  beneath  His  sword; 
The  joyful  prisoners  burst  their  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

3  Thrice  happy  mourn  for  those 

Who  love  the  ways  of  peace ; 
No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 

Rev.  Joseph  Swain.    (1761 — 1796.)  1791.  ab. 
135"  "  Come,  Lord."  S.  M. 

1  COME,  Lord,  and  tarry  not: 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day, 
O  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay? 

2  Come,  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  Thy  stayr, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

3  Come,  for  the  corn  is  ripe, 

Put  in  Thy  sickle  now; 
Reap  the  great  harvest  of  the  earth, 
Sower  and  Reaper,  Thou. 

4  Come  in  Thy  glorious  might, 

Come  with  the  iron  rod, 
Scattering  Thy  foes  before  Thy  face, 
Most  mighty  Son  of  God. 

5  Come,  and  make  all  things  new; 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth ; 
Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth. 

6  Come,  and  begin  Thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace  ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  Thyself, 
Great  King  of  righteousness. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    1857.  ab. 

Ifj  £  r\     "-4  new  Heaven  and  a  new  Earth."      C.  M. 
OOy  Rev.  xxi.  1—4. 

1  Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes : 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
"Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  vour  descending  Kir.";. 


4  "The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  His  blest  abode; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  His  grace, 
And  He  the  loving  God. 

5  "His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye ; 
And  pains, and  groans,and  griefs,and  fears 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 

Infyn  The  Resurrection.  CM. 

Ou^  1  Thess.  iv.  14—17. 

i   Lo,  I  behold  the  scattering  shades, 
The  dawn  of  heaven  appears  ; 

■     The  sweet  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  spheres. 

2  I  see  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around  ; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  Him  room, 
The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

3  I  hear  the  voice,    "Ye  dead,  arise," 

And  lo,  the  graves  obey; 
And  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  the  expected  day. 

4  They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing 

Rise  to  the  middle  air, 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore  Him  there.  ^ 

5  O  may  my  humble  spirit  stand 

Amongst  them  clothed  in  white : 
The  meanest  place  at  His  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1706.  ab. 

1/5  (\  t  •     Breathing  after  Heaven.  C.  M. 

JU1  Ps.xc.13. 

1  Return,  O  God  of  love,  return ; 

Earth  is  a  tiresome  place : 
How  long  shall  we,  Thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  Thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And,  in  porportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  Thy  servants  show, 

Make  Thine  own  work  complete; 
Then  shall  our  souls  Thy  glory  know, 
And  own  Thy  love  was  great. 


354 

4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  Thy  throne 
In  all  Thy  beauty,  Lord; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1719. 


HEAVEN, 


"  Come,  Lord  Jesus." 
Rev.  xxii.  20. 


1362 

i   Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear: 
Thou  glorious  Star  of  day, 
Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
With  all  our  tears,  away. 

2  Strangers  on  earth,  we  wait  for  Thee; 

O  leave  the  Father's  throne, 
Come  with  a  shout  of  victory,  Lord, 
And  claim  us  as  Thine  own. 

3  O  bid  the  bright  archangel,  now, 

The  trump  of  God  prepare, 
To  call  Thy  saints — the  quick,  the  dead, 
To  meet  Thee  in  the  air. 

4  No  resting  place  we  seek  on  earth, 

No  loveliness  we  see, 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown, 
Prepared  for  us  and  Thee. 

5  There,  near  Thy  heart,  upon  the  throne 

Thy  ransomed  Bride  shall  see 
What  grace  was  in  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
Who  died  to  make  her  free. 

Sir  Edward  Denny.    (1796 — )  1S39.  ab. 
■*■  «J'-'»5  "  Sanctorum  meritis  inclyta  gaudia." 

1  The  triumphs  of  the  martyred  Saints 

The  joyous  lay  demand, 
The  heart  delights  in  song  to  dwell 
On  that  victorious  band. 

2  For  Thee  they  braved  the  tyrant's  rage, 

The  scourge's  cruel  smart: 
The  wild  beast's  claw  their  bodies  tore, 
But  vanquished  not  the  heart. 

3  Like  lambs  before  the  sword  they  fell, 

Nor  cry  nor  plaint  expressed  : 
For  patience  kept  the  concious  mind, 
And  armed  the  fearless  breast. 

4  What  tongue  can  tell  Thy  crown  prepared 

To  wreathe  the  martyr's  head  ? 
What  voice  Thy  robe  of  white  to  clothe 
His  limbs  with  torture  red? 

5  Vouchsafe  us,  Lord,  if  such  Thy  will, 

Clear  skies  and  seasons  calm : 
If  not,  the  martyr's  cross  to  bear, 
And  win  the  martyr's  palm. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  8th  century. 
Tr.  by  Dp.  Richard  Main.     (1776—  184S.)   1837.  ab. 


*  O      T"  "  Te  Iceta,  mundi  Conditor." 

i  Maker  of  earth,  to  Thee  alone 
Perpetual  rest  belongs; 
To  Thee  bright  choirs  around  Thy  thron 
Pour  forth  their  endless  songs. 

2  But  we,  as  sinless  now  no  more, 

Are  doomed  to  toil  and  pain ; 
Yet  exiles  on  a  foreign  shore 
May  sing  the  heavenly  strain. 

3  Father,  whose  promise  binds  Thee  still 

To  make  the  captive  free, 
Grant  us  to  mourn  the  deeds  of  ill 
That  banish  us  from  Thee. 

4  And,  mourning,  grant  us  faith  to  rest 

Upon  Thy  love  and  care; 
Till  Thou  restore  us  with  the  blest, 
The  joys  of  heaven  to  share. 

5  O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
To  Thee  we  praise,  Great  Three  in  One, 
From  Thy  created  host. 

Prof.  Charles  Coffin.    (1676 — 1749.)   1736. 


Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  .Neale.    (181S— 1860.)  iS 


Heaven  in  Prospect. 
Rev.  vii.  9. 


7.  D. 


1365 

1  Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 

Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors  they. 
Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 

Victory  through  His  cross  alone. 

2  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords, 
"Take  the  kingdom,  it  is  Thine, 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 
Round  the  altar  priests  confess, 

If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 
T  was  the  Saviour's  righteousness, 

And  His  blood,  that  made  them  so. 

3  Who  were  these  ? — On  earth  they  dwel 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race, 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 

But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 
They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us: 

Ah,  when  we,  like  them,  shall  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 

Jamos  Montgomery.    (,77I — 1354. )   1829. 


HEAVEN. 


355 


7.D. 


Ir^fxfx  The  Song;  of  the  Sealed. 

JUU  Rev.  vii.  9—16. 

1  What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song: 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod; 

These  from  great  afflictions  came; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  Almighty  Name; 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fear, 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

James  Montgomery.    1819,  1853. 
13^/  The  happy  Saints.  7.  D. 

1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love: 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  woe. 

2  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark,  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love: 
Happy  spirits,  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows: 


Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 

Rev.  Thomas  Raffles.    (1788 — 1S63.)    1812.  ab.  and  alt. 


1368 


The  Sons  0/ Light.  7«  D. 

1  What  are  these  arrayed  in  white, 

Brighter  than  the  noon-day  sun, 
Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light, 

Nearest  the  eternal  throne? 
These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross. 

Nobly  for  their  Master  stood, 
Sufferers  in  His  righteous  cause, 

Followers  of  the  dying  God. 

2  Out  of  great  distress  they  came ; 

Washed  their  robes  by  faith  below 
In  the  blood  of  Christ,  the  Lamb, 

Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow. 
Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne, 

Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night; 
God  resides  among  His  own, 

God  doth  in  His  saints  delight 

3  More  than  conquerors  at  last, 

Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er; 
They  have  all  their  sufferings  passed, 

Hunger  now  and  thirst  no  more; 
No  excessive  heat  they  feel 

From  the  sun's  directer  ray ; 
In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell, 

Region  of  eternal  day. 

4  He  that  on  the  throne  doth  reign, 

Them  the  Lamb  shall  always  feed, 
With  the  tree  of  life  sustain, 

To  the  living  fountains  lead; 
He  shall  all  their  sorrows  chase, 

All  their  wants  at  once  remove; 
Wipe  the 'tears  from  every  face  ; 

Fill  up  every  soul  with  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788./    1745 
■•■O      y     Saints  and  Angels  before  tlie  Thro?ie. 

I   Lift  your  eyes  of  faith,  and  see 

Saints  and  angels  joined  in  one  ; 
What  a  countless  company 

Stand  before  yon  dazzling  throne. 
Each  before  his  Saviour  stands, 

All  in  milk-white  robes  arrayed; 
Palms  they  carry  in  their  hands, 

Crowns  of  glory  on  their  head. 


7.n< 


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HEAVEN. 


2  Saints,  begin  the  endless  song, 

Cry  aloud,  in  heavenly  lays, 
Glory  doth  to  God  belong, 

God  the  glorious  Saviour  praise; 
All  salvation  from  Him  came, 

Him  who  reigns  enthroned  on  high; 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Let  the  morning  stars  reply. 

3  Angel  powers  the  throne  surround; 

Next  the  saints  in  glory  they; 
Lulled  with  the  transporting  sound, 

They  their  silent  homage  pay; 
Prostrate  on  their  face,  before 

God  and  His  Messiah  fall; 
Then  in  hymns  of  praise  adore, 

Shout  the  Lamb  that  died  for  all. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 1788.)    1745.  ab. 
I  3 7 0  "  O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem:'        C.  M.  D. 

1  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 
O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints, 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil; 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 

Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

2  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 

For  God  Himself  gives  light. 
Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl: 

O  God,  if  I  were  there ! 

3  Right  thro'  thy  streets  with  pleasing  sound 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 

The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 
Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

To  thee  their  honors  bring. 

4  There  the  blest  souls  that  hardly  'scaped 

The  snare  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 
Whereof  no  tontrue  can  tell. 


0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 

When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

Rev.  Francis  Baker?    161 6.  alt. 
Rev.  David  Dickson.   (1583 — 1663.}    1649.  ab. 

I  37 1  Resigned  to  Death.  C.  M.  D, 

1  AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  my  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravished  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  Paradise : 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  reap  the  pleasures  there ; 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

3  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If.  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  to  appear, 

And  worship  at  Thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
I  come,  to  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1759.  ab. 
■*■  O  /  "  Jerusalem,  my  JiafJ>y  Home."  CM. 

i  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
Name  e\  er  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold; 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

3  O  when,  thou  City  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 


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357 


4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Unknown.   Williams  and  Boden's  Collection.    1801.  ab. 
^373  The  heavenly  Fold.  CM. 

i   There  is  a  fold,  whence  none  can  stray, 
And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this: 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
T  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife> 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life. 

Ep.  John  East.    1836.  ab. 


Heaven  invisible  and  holy. 
1  Cor.  ii.  q,  10.    Rev.  xxi.  27. 


C.  M. 


1374 

1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense,  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared, 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  His  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 


3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709.  ab. 
*-DlO  ' Hie  breve  vivitur."  7,  6.  D. 

1  BRIEF  life  is  here  our  portion; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
O  happy  retribution : 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 

2  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 
But  He  whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 

3  The  morning  shall  awaken, 

The  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 
There  God  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  forever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.    c.  1145. 
fr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (1818— 1866.)  1851.  alt. 

1 3  7®  "  O  bona  Pairt'a."  7,  6.  D. 

i   For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country, 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep; 
For  very  l#ve,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 
2  O  one,  O  only  Mansion, 

O  Paradise  of  joy, 


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Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

3  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emerald  blaze; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced; 
The  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  Corner-stone  is  Christ. 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean ; 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day: 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away. 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.    c.  1145- 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    1851.  alt. 

•I  3  I   I  "  Urbs  Syon  aurca."  7>  "•  U* 

i  Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest: 
I  know  not,  O  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng: 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast; 
And  they  who,  with  their  leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 


For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.   c.  114s- 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    1851.  alt. 

137°         "  Urbs  sy°n  "tclyta,   Gloria."  7,  6.  D. 

i  Jerusalem  the  glorious, 

The  home  of  the  elect, 
O  dear  and  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expect: 
E'en  now  by  faith  I  see  thee, 

E'en  here  thy  walls  discern; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive  and  pant  and  yearn. 

2  New  mansion  of  new  people, 

Whom  God's  own  love  and  light 
Promote,  increase,  make  holy, 

Identify,  unite. 
And  there  the  band  of  prophets 

United  praise  ascribes, 
And  there  the  twelve-fold  chorus 

Of  Israel's  ransomed  tribes. 

3  And  there  the  Sole-Begotten 
Is  Lord  in  regal  state; 

He,  Judah's  mystic  Lion, 

He,  Lamb  immaculate. 
O  fields  that  know  no  sorrow, 

O  state  that  fears  no  strife, 
O  princely  bowers,  O  land  of  flowers, 

O  realm  and  home  of  life. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.    c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    1851.  alt. 


I/jr-yr\       General  Ending  of  tJie  four  pre-  jf  Q, 

O  /  V  ceding  Hymns. 

1   O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect, 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect: 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.    c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev  John  Mason  Neale.    1851. 


I  3oO        The  Country  beyond  the  Stars. 

I   My  soul,  there  is  a  country 
Afar  beyond  the  stars, 
Where  stands  a  winged  sentry, 
All  skilful  in  the  wars. 


7,6. 


HEAVEN. 


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There,  above  noise  and  danger, 

Sweet  Peace  sits  crowned  with  smiles, 

And  One  born  in  a  manger 
Commands  the  beauteous  files. 

2  If  thou  canst  get  but  thither, 

There  grows  the  flower  of  peace, 
The  rose  that  cannot  wither, 

Thy  fortress  and  thine  ease. 
Leave  then  thy  foolish  ranges, 

For  none  can  thee  secure, 
But  One,  who  never  changes, 

Thy  God,  thy  Life,  thy  Cure. 

Henry  Vaughan.  (1621 — 1695.)    1650. 
I3OI  The  Saints  marching  up.  7.  6.  8>  6. 

1  Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand, 

In  sparkling  raiment  bright, 
The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 

Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light : 
Tis  finished,  all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin : 
Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 

And  let  the  victors  in. 

2  What  rush  of  Hallelujahs 

Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky; 
What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 

Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh. 
O  day,  for  which  Creation 

And  all  its  tribes  were  made; 
O  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 

A  thousand  fold  repaid. 

3  O  then  what  raptured  greetings 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
What  knitting  severed  friendships  up, 

Where  partings  are  no  more. 
Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle, 

That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late: 
Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 

Nor  widows  desolate. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford.    (1810 — 1871.)    1866. 
I3"2  The  Heavenly  Rest  CM. 

i  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven; 


When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers,  immortal,  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

Rev.  William  Bingham  Tappan.  (1794 — 1S40.)  1822,  1846.  ab. 
■'•.j^O     Solving  in  Tears,  Reaping  in  Joy.         C.  M. 

i  There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 
For  those  with  cares  distrest, 
When  sighs  and  sorr'wing  tears  shall  cease 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 

2  'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 

And  doubts,  which  here  annoy; 
And  they,  that  oft  have  sown  in  tears, 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

3  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows, 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

4  There  smiling  peace  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy ; 
There,  they,  who  once  have  sown  in  tears, 
Now  reap  eternal  joy. 

Rev.  William  Bingham  Tappan.    1822.  ab. 
I  3  "4  The  beatific  Vision  0/  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  FROM  Thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 


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4  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 

Shall  o'er  Thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  Thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jesus,  every  smile  of  Thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  Thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  Thy  blest  abode; 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 
I  3  " D  "  The  goodly  Land."  6,8,4. 

1  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 

And  endless  rest: 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow 

With  mercy  crowned. 

2  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 

The  Lord,  our  righteousness: 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 

The  Prince  of  Peace, 
On  Zion's  sacred  height, 

His  kingdom  still  maintains, 
And  glorious,  with  His  saints  in  light, 

For  ever  reigns. 

3  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The  ransomed  nations  bow, 
O'erwhelmed  at  His  almighty  grace, 

For  ever  new : 
He  shows  His  prints  of  love; 

They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  worlds  above. 

"The  slaughtered  Lamb!" 

4  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high; 
"Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost," 

They  ever  cry. 
Hail,  Abrah'm's  God  and  mine  ! 

(I  join  the  heavenly  lays) 
All  might  and  majesty  are  Thine, 

And  endless  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Olivers.    (1725 — 1799.)    1770.  ab. 


The  God of 'Abraham praised. 
Ex.  iii.  6.  Ps.  cxlvi.  2. 


6,8,4 


1386 

1  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love: 

Jehovah,  Great  I  Am ! 

By  earth  and  heaven  confest: 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 

For  ever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  His  right  hand: 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power; 
And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  He  by  Himself  hath  sworn, 

I  on  His  oath  depend; 
I  shall  on  eagles'  wings  upborne 

To  heaven  ascend ; 
I  shall  behold  His  face, 

I  shall  His  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 

For  evermore. 

Rev.  Thomas  Olivers.    1770.  ab. 
^- O       I  Moving  onward.  IO. 

1  JOYFULLY,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 
Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger,  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

2  Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed  on 

before.  [shore ; 

Waiting,   they  watch   me   approaching   the 
Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 

gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  Thy  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ; 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war,lay  me  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 


HEAVEN 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone; 
Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home 


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Rev.  William  Hunter.    (1811— )  1843. 

I30O  The  happy  Release.  10- 

1  HAPPY  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay; 
Happy  the  soul  that  goes  bounding  away ; 
Singing,  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 
Victory,  victory!   homeward  I  rise. 

Many  the  toils  it  has  passed  through  below, 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  woe ; 
Many  the  doubtings  it  never  should  sing, 
Victory,  victory  !   thus  on  the  wing. 

2  How  can  we  wish  them  recalled  from  their 
home, 

Longer  in  sorrowing  exile  to  roam? 

Safely  they  passed  from  their  troubles  beneath, 

Victory,  victory!  shouting  in  death. 

Thuslet  them  slumber,  till  C  hrist  from  the  skies 

Bids  them  in  glorified  body  arise : 

Singing,  as  upward  they  spring  from  the  tomb, 

Victory,  victory  !   Jesus  hath  come. 

Rev.  William  Hunter.    1843. 
±3Qy  Rev.  xxii.  1.  8,  7. 

1  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 

Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 

Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God? 
Cho.     Yes,  we  '11  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river: 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river, 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy  golden  day.     Cho. 

3  On  the  bosom  of  the  river, 

Where  the  Saviour-King  we  own, 
We  shall  meet,  and  sorrow  never 

'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne.     Cho. 

4  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 

And  provide  a  robe  and  crowa     Cho. 

5  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 
Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace.     Cho. 


Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease; 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace.     Cho. 

Rev.  Robert  Lowry.    (1826 — ) 


1864. 


1390  The  City  God  hath  wade."  8,  7. 

1  DAILY,  daily  sing  the  praises 

Of  the  City  God  hath  made; 
In  the  beauteous  fields  of  Eden 
Its  foundation-stones  are  laid. 
Cho.     O  the  beauty  of  that  city, 

The  wonderful,  the  wonderful  city, 
With  its  gates  of  pearl  ever  open, 
That  who  will  may  enter  in. 

2  In  the  midst  of  that  dear  City 

Christ  is  reigning  on  His  seat, 

And  the  angels  swing  their  censers 

In  a  ring  about  His  feet.     Cho. 

3  From  the  throne  a  river  issues, 

Clear  as  crystal,  passing  bright, 
And  it  traverses  the  City 

Like  a  sudden  beam  of  light.     Cho. 

4  There  the  wind  is  sweetly  fragrant, 

And  is  laden  with  the  song 
Of  the  seraphs,  and  the  elders, 

And  the  great  redeemed  throng.     Cho. 

5  O  I  would  my  ears  were  open 

Here  to  catch  that  happy  strain; 
O  I  would  my  eyes  some  vision 
Of  that  Eden  could  attain.     Cho. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring  Gould.    (1834 — )    1867.  ab. 


Multitude  before  the  Throne. 
Rev.  iv.  6;   vii.  9. 


8,7- 


1391 

i  Hark  the  sound  of  holy  voices, 
Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah !  Lord  to  Thee. 

2  Multitude,  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stand, 

Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Palms  of  victory  in  their  hand. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And  have  washed  their  robes  in  blood 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus; 
Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood. 

4  Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  suffered, 

Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died; 
And  by  death  to  life  immortal 
They  were  born,  and  glorified. 


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5  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 
Holy  bliss  and  infinite. 

6  Love  and  peace  they  taste  forever, 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 
Of  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth.    (1807 — )    1863.  ab. 
*  392     "  Welt,  lebiuohl,  ich  bin  dcin  mude."       8,  7. 

1  Time,  thou  speedest  on  but  slowly, 

Hours,  how  tardy  is  your  pace, 
Ere  with  Him,  the  High  and  Holy, 
I  hold  converse  face  to  face. 

2  Here  is  nought  but  care  and  mourning, 

Comes  a  joy,  it  will  not  stay; 
Fairly  shines  the  sun  at  dawning, 
Night  will  soon  o'ercloud  the  day. 

3  Onward  then :  not  long  I  wander 

Ere  my  Saviour  comes  for  me, 
And  with  Him  abiding  yonder, 
All  His  glory  I  shall  see. 

4  O  the  music  and  the  singing 

Of  the  host  redeemed  by  love ; 
O  the  hallelujahs  ringing 

Through  the  halls  of  light  above. 

Rev.  Johann  Georg  Albinus.    (1624 — 1679.)    1652. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.    (1829 — )  1858.  ab. 


*■  O  V  «J  "  A  Ucluia .'  duke  carmen. ' ' 

i  Hallelujah  !  best  and  sweetest 
Of  the  hymns  of  praise  above ; 
Hallelujah  !  thou  repeatest, 

Angel-host,  these  notes  of  love : 

This  ye  utter, 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 

2  Hallelujah  !  church  victorious, 

Join  the  concert  of  the  sky ; 
Hallelujah  !  bright  and  glorious, 
Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high: 

We,  poor  exiles, 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  Hallelujah  !  strains  of  gladness 

Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn; 
Hallelujah  !  sounds  of  sadness 
Best  become  our  state  forlorn : 

Our  offences 
We  with  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 


8,7- 


4  But  our  earnest  supplication, 
Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee: 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see. 

Hallelujah! 
Ours  at  length  this  straiu  shall  be. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  14th  or  15th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler.    (1806 — )  1837. 

j  aa  j      The  Lamb  in  the  Midst  of  the  Throne.   8,  7. 
A  jy4  Rev.  vii.  17. 

i  Jesus,  blessed  Mediator, 

Thou  the  airy  path  hast  trod; 
Thou  the  Judge,  the  Consummator, 

Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God. 
Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being? 

Can  I  trust  an  angel's  care  ? 
O  Thou  merciful  All-seeing, 

Beam  around  my  spirit  there. 

2  Blessed  fold,  no  foe  can  enter, 
And  no  friend  departeth  thence; 

Jesus  is  their  sun,  their  centre, 
And  their  shield  Omnipotence. 

Blessed,  for  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them, 
All  their  tears  shall  wipe  away, 

To  the  living  fountains  lead  them, 
Till  fruition's  perfect  day. 

3  Lo,  it  comes,  that  day  of  wonder ; 

Louder  chorals  shake  the  skies, 
Hades'  gates  are  burst  asunder; 

See,  the  new-clothed  myriads  rise: 
Thought,  repress  thy  weak  endeavor  ; 

Here  must  reason  prostrate  fall; 
O  the  ineffable  For  Ever, 

And  the  eternal  All  in  all. 

Josiah  Conder.    (1789 — 1855.)    1837.  ab. 
1395     "  U'er  sinddie  vor  Gottes  Throne?"         8,  7. 

1  Who  are  these  like  stars  appearing, 

These,  before  God's  throne  who  stand  ? 
Each  a  golden  crown  is  wearing, 

Who  are  all  this  glorious  band  ? 
Alleluia  !  hark,  they  sing, 
Praising  loud  their  heavenly  King. 

2  These  are  they  who  have  contended 

For  their  Saviour's  honor  long, 
Wrestling  on  till  life  was  ended, 

Following  not  the  sinful  throng*: 
These,  who  well  the  fight  sustained, 
Triumph  through  the  Lamb  have  gained. 


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3  These  are  they  whose  hearts  were  riven, 

Sore  with  woe  and  anguish  tried, 
Who  in  prayer  full  oft  have  striven 

With  the  God  they  glorified: 
Now,  their  painful  conflict  o'er, 
God  has  bid  them  weep  no  more. 

4  These,  like  priests  have  watched  and  waited, 

Offering  up  to  Christ  their  will, 
Soul  and  body  consecrated, 

Day  and  night  they  serve  Him  still: 
Now,  in  God's  most  holy  place, 
Blest  they  stand  before  His  face. 

5  Lo,  the  Lamb  Himself  now  feeds  them, 

On  Mount  Zion's  pastures  fair; 
From  His  central  throne  He  leads  them 

By  the  living  fountain  there: 
Lamb  and  Shepherd,  Good  Supreme, 
Free  He  gives  the  cooling  stream. 

Rev.  Heinrich  Theodor  Schenk.    ( — 1727.) 
Tr.  by  Miss  Frances  Elizabeth  Cox.   1841.  ab. 

t  ^s\6.  "  Clothed  with -white  Roies."  L.  M. 

I  39°  Rev.  vii.  9. 

1  O  HAPPY  saints,  who  dwell  in  light, 
And  walk  with  Jesus,  clothed  in  white; 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore, 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Released  from  sin,  and  toil,  and  grief, 
Death  was  their  gate  to  endless  life ; 
An  opened  cage,  to  let  them  fly 

And  build  their  happy  nest  on  high. 

3  And  now  they  range  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  sing  their  hymns  in  melting  strains; 
And  now  their  souls  begin  to  prove 
The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 

4  He  cheers  them  with  eternal  smile ; 
They  sing  hosannas  all  the  while; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  rapture  sweet, 
Sink  down  adoring  at  His  feet. 

5  Ah,  Lord,  with  tardy  steps  I  creep, 

And  sometimes  sing,  and  sometimes  weep; 
Yet  strip  me  of  this  house  of  clay, 
And  I  will  sing  as  loud  as  they. 

Rev.  John  Berridge.    (1716 — 1793.)    1785. 
^  3  97  The  Sight  0/  God  and  Christ  in  Heaven.  L.  M. 

I  Descend  from  heaven,  Immortal  Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  Thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  thincrs. 


2  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne: 
There  sits  our  Saviour  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

3  Adoring  saints  around  Him  stand. 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  Him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

4  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  them  there, 
And  view  Thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love? 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709.  ab. 


1398 


With  Christ  in  Glory. 
John  xvii.  24. 


L.  M. 


i   O  FOR  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns. 

2  There,  low  before  His  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall; 
And  with  delightful  worship  own 

Hissmile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  His  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture  while  they  gaze ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  His  everlasting  praise. 

5  There,  all  the  favorites  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir  : 

O  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  Spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place ; 

Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  Thy  lovely  face. 

Miss  Anne  Steele.    (171 7 — 1778.)    1760. 

InAn         The  Return  of  the  S011I  to  God.  L.  M. 

jyy  Feci.  xii.  7. 

I  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  vail,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 


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HEAVEN. 


2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
While  we  are  walking  back  to  God? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  His  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons.    (1720 — 1785.)    1762.  alt 


Satisfied  with  God's  Likeness. 
Ps.  xvii.  15. 


L.  M. 


1400 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign; 

Lord,  't  is  enough  that  Thou  art  mine : 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there ! 

3  O  glorious  hour,  O  blest  abode, 

I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  cont.-ol 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 174S.)   1719.  ab. 
I  40  I  The  Rest  that  remaineth.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  Thou  wilt  bring  the  joyful  day; 

Beyond  earth's  weariness  and  pains, 
Thou  hast  a  mansion  far  away, 

Where,  for  Thine  own,  a  rest  remains. 

2  No  sun  there  climbs  the  morning  sky, 

There  never  falls  the  shade  of  night, 
God  and  the  Lamb,  for  ever  nigh, 


3  The  bow  of  mercy  spans  the  throne, 

Emblem  of  love  and  goodness  there; 
While  notes,  to  mortals  all  unknown, 
Float  on  the  calm  celestial  air. 

4  Around  the  throne  bright  legions  stand, 

Redeemed  by  blood  from  sin  and  hell; 
And  shining  forms,  an  angel  band, 
The  mighty  chorus  join  to  swell. 

5  There,  Lord,  Thy  way-worn  saints  shall  find 

The  bliss  for  which  they  longed  before; 
And  holiest  sympathies  shall  bind 
Thine  own  to  Thee  for  evermore. 

6  O  Jesus,  bring  us  to  that  rest, 

Where  all  the  ransomed  shall  be  found, 
In  Thine  eternal  fulness  blest, 

While  ages  roll  their  cycles  round. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.   (1808—)  1865. 
I4O2  The  Promised  Land.  CM. 

1  On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight : 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul, 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  : 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett.    (1727 — 1795.)    1787.  ab. 


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365 


* 4^3  Heavenly  Hope.  C  M. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
•     Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all: 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 


The  Martyrs  glorified. 
Rev.  vii.  13 — 17. 


C.  M. 


1404 

1  How*  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine, 

Whence  all  their  white  array? 
How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 
Of  everlasting  day? 

2  Lo,  these  are  they  from  sufferings  great 

Who  came  to  realms  of  light, 
And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  washed 
Those  robes  which  shine  so  bright. 

3  Now,  with  triumphal  palms,  they  stand 

Before  the  throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love,  amidst 
The  glories  of  the  sky. 

4  The  Lamb  which  dwells  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside, 
Feed  them  with  nourishment  divine, 
And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 

5  'Mong  pastures  green  He'll  lead  His  flock, 

Where  living  streams  appear; 
And  God,  the  Lord,  from  every  eye 
Shall  wipe  off  every  tear. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watt's.    1709.  alt. 
Rev.  William  Cameron.    (1751 — 181 1.)   1770.  ab. 

*  4  0  5  The  s  -Meet  Fields.  CM. 

I  There,  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
24 


Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain, 
There,  everlasting  springs  abide, 

And  never-withering  flowers: 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

2  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green: 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

3  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 

With  unbeclouded  eyes; 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709. 
I4OO  The  blessed  Hope.  CM. 

i   O,  WHAT  a  blessed  hope  is  ours: 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  ante-date  that  day. 
Wc  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  His  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

2  O  would  He  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  let  the  vessel  break, 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek : 
In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  His  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708 — 17S8.)    1759.  ab. 
I4O/  TJie  Song  0/  A  ngels  above.  CM. 

I  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long; 
'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne,. 
And  to  my  native  skies. 


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2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Saviour,  sits; 

The  God,  how  bright  He  shines! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains 

Circle  the  throne  around; 
And  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing; 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  dwell  on  earth  no  more, 

But  mount  in  haste  above, 

To  bless  the  God  that  I  adore, 

And  sing  the  Man  I  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)   1706.  ab.  and  alt. 
I4O0  Rest /or  the  Weary.  8,7. 

i   In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest; 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me,. 

To  fulfil  my  soul's  request. 
CJw.   There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you, 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land.     Cho. 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre 

I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear.     Cho. 

4  And  the  grave  shall  then  be  conquered, 

And  the  sting  of  death  be  lost ; 
And  our  bark,  all  safely  anchored, 
Never  more  be  tempest-tost.     Cho. 

5  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory; 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go; 
Zion's  gate  will  ope  before  ye, 

Youshall  find  an  entrance  through.    Cho. 

Rev.  Samuel  Young  Harmer.    (1S09 — )  1856. 


"  This  is  not  your  Rest." 


8,7. 


1409  Micahii.io. 

1  This  is  not  my  place  of  resting, 

Mine's  a  city  yet  to  come; 
Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting, 
On  to  my  eternal  home.     Cho. 

2  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory; 

O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day ; 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story, 

All  the  curse,  hath  passed  away.     Cho. 

3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us, 

By  the  streams  of  life  along, 
On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 
Turns  our  sighing  into  song.     Cho. 

4  Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 

Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain ; 
Never  more  are  sad  or  weary, 
Never,  never  sin  again.     Cho. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.    (1808 — )   1845. 
I  4  I  0  "New  Jerusalem."         7.  6,  7,  7,  7- 

1  We  are  on  our  journey  home, 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone ; 
We  shall  meet  around  His  throne, 
When  He  makes  His  people  one 
|| :  In  the  new:  ||  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between  ; 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
|| :  From  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

3  O  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never-setting  Sun, 
O  trembling  morning-star, 
Our  journey's  almost  done 
|| :  To  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

4  O  holy,  heavenly  Home, 

O  rest  eternal  there : 
When  shall  the  exiles  come, 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care 

|| :  In  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

5  Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 

Those  mansions  fair  to  see; 
O  Lord,  Thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  Thee 
|| :  To  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

Rev.  Charles  Beecher.    (1819 — )    1857. 


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141  I  "  Sa/e  Home/'  7- 

1  SAFE  Home,  safe  Home  in  port! 

Rent  cordage,  shattered  deck, 
Torn  sails,  provisions  short, 

And  only  not  a  wreck : 
But  0  the  joy  upon  the  shore, 
To  tell  our  voyage  perils  o'er  ! 

2  No  more  the  foe  can  harm : 

No  more  of  leaguered  camp, 
And  cry  of  night-alarm, 

And  need  of  ready  lamp  : 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  failed, 
How  nearly  had  that  foe  prevailed  ! 

3  The  lamb  is  in  the  fold 

In  perfect  safety  penned: 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end; 
But  One  came  by  with  wounded  side, 
And  for  the  sheep  the  Shepherd  died. 

Joseph  of  the  Studium.    ( — 883  ) 
Rev.  John  Mason  Neale.    (181S-- 1866.)    1862.  ab. 

I  4  I  2  Nearing  Home.  S.  M. 

i   ONE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
Nearer  my  parting  hour  am  I 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
Wearing  my  starry  crown. 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  cling: 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 

Miss  Phosbe  Car)'.    (1823— 1871.)    1852.  ab.  and  alt. 


*  4  *  3  Our  Home  above.  S.  M . 

1  Our  glorious  home  above, 

The  City  of  our  God, 
The  resting-place  of  peace  and  love, 
The  pilgrim's  sweet  abode : 

2  O  for  an  angel's  wing 

To  soar  above  the  skies, 
And  join  the  angelic  choir  who  sing 
Their  hallowed  symphonies. 

3  Pure  mansions  of  the  blest, 

Prepared  by  Jesus'  hand, 
That  all  His  own  may  sweetly  rest 
Safe  in  Emmanuel's  Land. 

4  May  each  we  love  be  there, 

From  death  and  darkness  free; 
Our  joy  unspeakable  to  share 
Throughout  eternity. 

Rev.  D.  T.  K.  Drummond.   1S50. 

1  4  I  4  Rest  after  Toil.  S.  M. 

i   And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest, 
For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find? 

2  Is  there  a  blissful  home, 
Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 

And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat? 

3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields, 
Where  naught  that  blooms  shall  die; 

Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure  yields, 
And  healthful  breezes  sigh? 

4  Are  there  celestial  streams, 

Where  living  waters  glide, 
With  murmurs  sweet  as  angel-dreams, 
And  flowery  banks  beside? 

5  For  ever  blessed  they, 

Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
While  endless  ages  waste  away, 
Amid  that  glorious  land ! 

6  My  soul  would  thither  tend, 

While  toilsome  years  are  given; 
Then  let  me,  gracious  God,  ascend 
To  sweet  repose  in  heaven. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.    (1S0S— )    1843. 


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*  4  *  5  Paradise.  P.  M. 

i  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
Who  doth  not  care  for  rest, 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 

Where  they  that  loved  are  blest  ? 
CJio.   Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 
Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

2  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

The  world  is  growing  old; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold?     Cho. 

3  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

'Tis  weary  waiting  here; 


I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel, to  see  Him  near; 


Cho. 


4  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I  want  to  sin  no  more, 
I  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 
As  on  Thy  spotless  shore ;     Cho. 

5  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
In  love  prepares  for  me;     Cho. 

6  Lord,  Jesus,  King  of  Paradise, 

O  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfect  rest  above ;     Cho. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber.    (1814 — 1863.)  1854.  ab.  and 

alt. 


I4l6 


"  Which  was,  and  is,  and  is  to  come."     \\    12,  12,  IO. 
Rev.  iv.  8. 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Merciful  and  Mighty  ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy  sea; 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 

Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 


3  Holy,  holy,  holy !  though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 

Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  holy,  there  is  none  beside  Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  Name,  in  earth,  and  sky,  and  sea; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty ! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity ! 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber.   (1783— 1826.)    18*7. 


DOXOLOGIES, 


3^ 


1  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  ever  more. 

Tate  and  Brady.     1696. 

2  S.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  and  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  for  ever  be. 

Rev.  John  Wesley.    (1703 — 1791.)   1741- 

3  L.M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow: 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  Thomas  Ken.    (1637 — 1711.)   1697. 

4  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    (1674 — 1748.)  1709. 

5  L.  M.  61. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven; 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1709.    First  4  lines. 

6  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Tate  and  Brady.    1696.   alt, 


7  L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts.    1719. 

8  H.  M. 

O  God,  for  ever  blest, 

To  Thee  all  praise  be  given  ; 

Thy  Name  Triune  confest 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven ; 

As  heretofore  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so  for  evermore. 

Rev.  Edward  Henry  Bickersteth.    [1825 — ]   1S70. 


9  8,7. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

Unknown  Author.    1827. 


10  8,7-D. 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  Expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above  ; 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  Salvation, 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  : 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  One  Jehovah  give. 

Josiah  Conder.    (1789 — 1855.)  1836. 


II  8,  7,  4- 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One : 

Glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.  (180S— )   1S66. 


370 


DOXOLOGIES. 


12 


7,6.  d. 


Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host, 

To  praise  Thee  evermore  : 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

All  glory  be  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    (1708— 1788.)  1746.  alt. 

13  7. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love  : 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1740. 

14  7- 61. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

Unknown  Author.    1827. 

15  7.  61. 

God  the  Father,  God  of  grace, 
Saviour,  born  of  mortal  race, 
Comforter,  our  Life  and  Light, 
One  in  essence,  love  and  might ; 
Thee  whom  all  in  heaven  adore, 
We  would  worship  evermore. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer.   (1808—)  1S73. 


16 


7.  D. 


Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  Him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

Rev.  Alexander  Ramsay  Thompson.   (1822 — )  i? 


17  6,4. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

•  Rev.  Charles  Wesley.    1757. 


18 


6,4. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given: 
Crown  Him  in  every  song; 
To  Him  your  hearts  belong, 
Let  all  His  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  heaven. 

Rev.  Edwin  Francis  Hatfield.    (1807 — )  1843. 


19 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  addrest ; 
From  age  to  age,  ye  saints,  His  name  adore, 
And  spread  His  fame,  till  time  shall  be  no 
more. 

Rev.  Simon  Browne.    (1680 — 1732.)   1720.  alt 


20 


10,  11. 

All  glory  to  God,  the  Father  and  Son, 
And  Spirit  of  grace,  the  great  Three  in  One ; 
Let  highest  ascriptions  forever  be  given 
By  all  the  creation  on  earth  and  in  heaven. 

Rippon's  Collection.    1778. 


21 


O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addrest, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  One  God  ever 

blest, 
All  glory  ana  worship,  from  earth  and  from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 

Unknown  Author. 


p 


HANTS. 


x  Ps.  xcv. 

1  O  COME,  let  us  sing    un-  |  to  the  |  Lord;  ||  Let  us  heartily  rejoice  in  the  |  strength  of  | 

our  sal-  |  vation. 

2  Let  us  come  before  His  presence  |  with  thanks-  |  giving;  ||  And  show  ourselves  |  glad 

in  |  Him  with  |  psalms. 

3  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great —  |  God;  ||  And  a  great  |  King  a-  |  bove  all  |  gods. 

4  In  His  hands  are  all  the  corners  |  of  the  |  earth;   ||  And  the  strength  of  the  |  hills  i6  | 

His —  |  also. 

5  The  sea  is  His  |  and  He  |  made  it;   ||  And  His  hands  pre-  |  pared  |  the  dry  |  land. 

6  O  come,  let  us  worship  |  and  fall  |  down ;   ||  And  kneel  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord  our  [  Maker. 

7  For  He  is  the  |  Lord  our  |  God;   ||  And  we  are  the  people  of  His  pasture,  and  the  | 

sheep  of  |  His —  |  hand. 

8  O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty  *of  |  holiness;   ||  Let  the  whole  i  earth"  "stand  in  | 

awe  of  |  Him. 
*9  For  He  cometh,  for  He   cometh  to  ■  judge  the  |  earth;   ||  And   with   righteousness  to 

judge  the  world,  and  the  |  people   j  with  His  |  truth. 
io  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  J  to  the  |  Son,   ||  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 
ii  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever"  "shall  |  be,  ||  World  without  |  end.  A-| 

men,  A-  [  men. 

n  Ltriatus  Sum. 

~  Ps.  cxxiL 

1  I  WAS  glad  when  they  said  |  unto  |  me,   ||  Let  us  go  into  the  |  house-  •  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

2  Our  feet  shall  stand  with-  |  in  thy  |  gates,   ||  O —  |  — Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem ! 

3  Jerusalem  is  builded  |  as  a  |  city  ||  That  |  is  com-  |  pact  to-  |  gether: 

4  Whither  the  tribes  go  up,  the  |  tribes"  "of  the  |  Lord,   ||  Unto  the  testimony  of  Israel, 

to  give  thanks  unto  the  |  name —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

5  For  there  are  set  |  thrones  of  |  judgment,   ||  The  thrones  of  the  |  house  of  |  Da-  |  vid. 

6  Pray  for  the  peace  of  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem :    ||  They  shall  |  prosper"  "that  |  love —  |  thee. 

7  Peace  be  with-  |  in  thy  |  walls,   ||  And  prosperity  with-  |  in  thy  |  pala-  |  ces. 

8  For  my  brethren  and  com-  |  panions'  |  sakes,   ||  I  will  now  say,  I  Peace —  |  be  with-  |  in 

thee. 
•9  Because  cf  the  house  of  the  |  Lord  our  |  God  ||  I  will  |  seek —  |  thy —  |  good. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

(37i) 


CHANTS. 

TE  DEUM  LAUDAMUS. 

3 

i  We  praise  Thee,  |  O —  |  God;  ||  we  acknowledge  |  Thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord.   ||  All  the 
earth  doth  |  worship  |  Thee,  ||  the  Father  |  ever-  |  last |  ing. 

2  To  Thee  allAngels  |  cry  a-  |  loud;  ||  the  Heavens,  and  |  all  the  |  powers'  "there-  |  in.  || 

To  Thee  Cherubim,  and  |  Sera-  |  phim  ||  con-  |  tin-ual-  j  ly  do  |  cry, 

3  Holy,  |  Holy,  |  Holy,   ||  Lord  |  God  of  |  Saba-  |  oth;   ||  Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of 

the  |  Majes-  |  ty  ||  of  |  Thy —  |  glo |  ry. 

4  The  glorious  company  |  of  the  |  Apostles  ||  praise  | | |  Thee;   ||  The  good- 

ly fellowship  |  of  the  |  Prophets  ||  praise  | j |  Thee. 

5  The  noble  army  |  of —  j  Martyrs  ||  praise  | | |  Thee.   ||  The  holy  Church 

throughout  |  all  the  |  world  ||  doth  |  —  ac-  |  knowledge  |  Thee, 

6  The  |  Fa |  ther  ||  of  an  |  infinite  |  Majes-  |  ty;  ||  Thine  ad-  |  ora-ble,  |  true,  ||  and 

on |  ly  —  |  Son ; 

7  Also  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  ]|  the  |  Com  —  ]  —  fort-  |  er.  ||  Thou  art  the  |  King  of  |  Glo- 

ry,  II  O  | | |  Christ. 

8  Thou  art  the  ever-  |  lasting  |  Son  ||  of  |  —  the  |  Fa |  ther.   ||  When  Thou  tookest 

upon  Thee  to  de-  |  liver  |  man,  ||  Thou  d:dst  humble  Thyself  to  be  |  born  —  |  of 
a  |  Virgin. 

9  When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness"  "of  |  death,  ||  Thou  didst  open  the  Kingdom 

of  Heaven  to  |  all  be-  |  liev |  ers.   ||  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  hand  |  of  — 

God  ||  in  the  glory  |  of  the  |  Fa |  ther. 

10  We  believe  that  |  Thou  shalt  |  come  ||  to  |  be  —  |  our —  |   Judge.   ||  We  therefore 

pray  Thee,  |  help  Thy  |  servants,   ||  whom  Thou  hast  redeemed  |  with  Thy  |  pre- 
cious |  blood. 

11  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  Thy  |  saints  ]|  in  glory  |  ever-  |  last |  ing.    ||  O 

Lord,  |  save  Thy  |  people,  ||  and  |  bless  Thine  |  heri-  |  tage. 

12  Gov-  |  —  ern  |  them  ||  and  |  lift  them  |  up  for-  |  ever.  ||  Day  |  by —  |  day  ||  we  |  mag- 

ni-  |  fy  —  Thee. 

13  And  we  worship  |  Thy  —  |  Name,  ||  ever,  |  world  with-  |  out  —  |  end.   ||  Vouchsafe,  | 

O  —  I  Lord,   ||  to  keep  us  |  this  day  |  without  |  sin. 

14  O  Lord,  have  mercy  up-  |  on  —  j  us,  ||  have  |  mercy  "up-  |  on  —  |  us.   ||  O  Lord,  let 

Thy  mercy  be  up-  |  on  —  |  us,  ||  as  our  |  trust  —  |  is  in  |  Thee. 
•15  O  Lord,  in  Thee  |  have  I  |  trusted,  ||  let  me  never  |  be   con-  |  found |  ed. 

GLORIA  PATRI. 

Glory  be  tu  the  Father,  and    I  to      the    |  Son,||        and  |    to    the      |  Ho  -  ly   |Ghost.|| 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  j  ever  shall  |  be,  ||  woild  without  |  end,  A  -     |  men,  A  - 1  men.   j| 
is  now,  and I 

5  Ps.  c 

1  O  BE  joyful  in  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands;    ||  Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness,  And  come  be- 

fore His  I  presence  |  with  a  |  song. 

2  Be  sure  that  the  Lord  |  He  is  |  God;   ||  It  is  He  that   hath  made  us,  and  not  we  our- 

selves: We  are  His  |  people;  "and  the  |  sheep  of"  "His  |  pasture. 

3  O  go  your  way  into  His  gates  with  thanksgiving,   And  intcHis  |  courts  with  |  praise;   || 

Be  thankful  unto  Him,  and  |  speak  good    |  of  His  |  name. 
372 


CHANTS. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  gracious,  His  mercy  is  |  ever-  |  lasting ;  ||  And  His  truth  endureth  from 

gene-  |  ration"  "to  |  gene-  |  ration. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,    ||  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever"  "shall  |  be,  ||  World|without  |  end.  A-  I 

men. 

0  Luke  i.  68—71. 

1  Blessed  be  the  Lord  |  God  of  |  Israel,  ||  For  He  hath  visited  |  and  re-  |  deemed  His  | 

people ; 

2  And  hath  raised  up  a  horn  of  sal-  |  vation  |  for  us,   ||  In  the  house  |  of  His  |  servant  | 

David; 

3  As  He  spake  by  the  mouth  of  His  |  holy  |  prophets,  j|  Which  have  been  |  since  the  | 

world  be-  |  gan  ; 

4  That  we  should  be  saved  |  from  our  |  enemies,  ||  And  from  the  |  hand  of  |  all  that  J 

hate  us. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,   ||  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost;   || 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be,  1 1  World  |  without  |  end.  A-  j 

men. 

GLORIA  IN  EXCELSIS. 

*7     I  GLORYbe  to  I  God  on  |  high,  ||  and  on  earth  |  peace,  good-  |  will"  "towards  |  men. 
2  We  praise  Thee,  we  bless  Thee,  we  |  worship  |  Thee,   ||  we  glorify  Thee,  we  give 
thanks  to  |  Thee  for  |  Thy  great  |  glory. 

3  O  Lord  God,  |  heavenly  |  King,   ||  God  the  |  Father  |  Al |  mighty. 

4  O  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son,  [Jesus  |  Christ;  ||  O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  God,  Son  ] 

of  the  J  Father, 

5  That  takest  away  the  |  sins"  "of  the  |  world,   ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins"  "of  the  |  world,   ||  have  mercy  I  upon  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins"  "of  the  |  world,  re-  |  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  |  Father,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

9  For  Thou  |  only  "art  |  holy:   |j  Thou  |  only  |  art  the  |  Lord: 
10  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,   |]  artmosthigh  in  the  [  glory  "of  |  God 


the  j  Father.  ||  A-  |  men 


GLORIA  PATRI. 


Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  I  to     the    |  Son:  ||        And  |    to     the  |  Ho  -  ly    |  Ghost;  || 

As  itwas  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and|  ev  -  er  |  shall  be,  ||  World  |  with- out  |  end.  A  -  |  men.  || 

J/  Ps.  xcviii. 

1  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  |  a  new  |  song;  ||  For  |  He  hath"  "done  |  marvel"  *lous  |  things.  || 

2  With  His  own  right  hand  and  with  His  |  holy  |  arm,  ||  Hath  He  gotten  Him-  |  self  the  \ 

victo-  I  ry. 

3  The  Lord  declared  |  His  |  sal-  |  vation;  ||  His  righteousness  hath  Heopenly  |  showed"  " 

in  the  |  sight"  "of  the  |  heathen.   || 

4  He  hath  remembered  His  mercy  and  truth  toward  the  |  house  of  |  Israel,  ||  And  all 

the  ends  of  the  world  have  seen  the  sal-  |  vation  |  of  our  |  God. 

5  Show  yourselves  joyful  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands:  ||  Sing,  re-  |  joice,  and  I  give —  J 

thanks.   || 

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CHANTS. 

6  Praise  the  Lord  up-  |  on  the  |  harp;  ||  Sing  to  the  Lord  with  a  |  psalm  of  |  thanks —  |  giv- 

ing. 

7  With  trumpets  |  also- "and  |  (cornet,  or  shawms,)  ||   O  show  yourselves  joyful  be-  |  fore 

the  |  Lord  the  |  King.   || 

8  Let  the  sea  make  a  noise,  and  all  that  |  therein  |  is;  |[  The  round  world,  and  |  they  that ) 

dwell  there-  |  in. 
*9  Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands,  and  let  the  hills  be  joyful  together  be-  |  fore   the  ] 

Lord;   ||  For  He  |  cometh"to  |  judge  the  |  earth. 
io  With  righteousness  shall  He  |  judge  the  |  world;  ||  And  the  |  people  |  with —  |  equity. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

I--.  Magnificat. 

yJ  Luke  i.   46 — 55. 

1  My  soul  doth  magni-  |  fy  the  |  Lord,    1 1  And  my  spirit  hath  re-  |  joiced  in  |  God  my  | 

Saviour.   || 

2  For  He  hath  regarded  the  low  estate  of  |  His  hand-  |  maiden:  ||  For  behold,  from  hence- 

forth all  gener-  |  ations*  "shall  |  call  me  |  blessed. 

3  For  He  that  is  mighty  hath  done  to  me  |  great —  |  things,  ||  And  |  holy  |  is  His  |  Name. 

4  And  His  mercy  is  on  |  them  that  |  fear  Him,   ||  From  gener-  |  ation  to  |  gener-  |  ation. 

5  He  hath  showed  strength  |  with  His  |  arm,  ||  He  hath  scattered  the  proud  in  the  imagi-  \ 

nation  |  of  their  |  hearts.   || 

6  He  hath  put  down  the  mighty  I  from  their  |  seats,  ||  And  exalted  j  them  of  |  lowde-  |  gree. 

7  He  hath  filled  the  hungry  with  |  good —  |  things,  ||  And  the  rich  He  |  hathsent  |  empty 

a-  I  way. 

8  He  hath  holpen  His  |  servant  |  Israel,  ||  In  re-  |  membrance  |  of  His  |  mercy. 
*9  As  He  spake  to  our  fathers,  to  |  Abra-  |  ham,  ||  And  |  to  his  |  seed  for-  |  ever. 

I  I  Ps.  IxviL 

1  God  be  merciful  unto  |  us,  and  |  bless  us;    ||  And  show  us  thelight  of  His  countenance, 

and  be  |  merer -ful  |  unto  |  us. 

2  That  Thy  way  may  be  known  |  up* -on  [  earth;   ||  Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  | 

nations. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  |  O —  |  God.   ||  Yea,  let  |  all  the- -people  |  praise  —  |  Thee. 

4  O  let  the  nations  rejoice  |  and  be  |  glad;    j|  For  Thou  shalt  judge  the  people  righteous- 

ly,   and  govern  the  |  na"tions  |  upon  |  earth. 

5  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  |  O —  |  God;   |j  Yea,  let  |  all  the "■  people  |  praise  —  |  Thee. 

6  Then  shall  the  earth  bring    |  forth  her  |  increase;  ||  And  God,  even  our  own  |  God 

shall  I  give  us*  "His  |  blessing. 

7  God  shall  |  bless  —  |  us ;   ||  And  all  the  ends  of  the  |  world  shall  |  fear  —  |  Him. 

8  Gloiy-  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,   ||  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost;   || 

9  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  |  shall  be,  ||  World  |  without  |  end.  A-  j 

men. 

■»•  «  Ps.  xcii. 

I  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  un-  j  to  the  |  Lord ;   ||  And  to  sing  praises  unto  Thy  ] 
name  —  |  O  most  |  Highest. 

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2  To  tell  of  Thy  loving  lundness  |  early -in  the  |  morning;  ||  A:d  of  Thy  |  truth- "in 

the  |  night  —  |  season. 

3  Upon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  |  and,  up-  |  on  the  |  lute;   ||  Upon  a  loud  instrument, 

|  and  up-  |  on  the  |  harp. 

4  For  Thou,  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  |  through  Thy  |  works;   ||  And   I  will  rejoice   in 

giving  praise  for  the  ope-  |  ration  |  of  Thy  |  hands. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,    ||  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever-  -shall  |  be,  ||  World  without  |  end.  A-  | 

men,  A-  |  men. 

13  Ps.  cEL 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul;  ||  And  all  that  is  within  me, |  praise  His  |  holy  |  name,  jj 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul;    ||  And  for-  |  get  not  |  all  His  |  benefits. 

3  Who  forgiveth  |  all  Thy  |  sin,   ||  And  |  healeth"  -all  |  Thine  in-  |  firmities.   || 

4  Who  saveth  thy  |  life-  -from  de-  |  struction;   ||  And  crowneth  thee  with  |  mercy  -and  | 

loving-kindness. 

5  O  praise  the  Lord,  ye  angels  of  His,  ye  that  ex-  |  eel  in  |  strength;   ||  Ye  that  fulfil  His 

commandment,     and  hearken  unto  the  |  voice  of  |  His  —  |  word.   || 

6  O  praise  the  Lord,  |  all" -ye  His  |  hosts;   ||  Yeseivants  of  |  His  that  |  do  His  |  pleasure. 
*7  O  speak  good  of  the  Lord,  all  ye  works  of  His,  in  all  places  of  |  His  do-  |  minion.  || 

Praise  thou  the  |  Lord,  O  |  —  my  |  soul. 

8  Glory  be  to  the  Father  and  |  to  the  |  Son,   And  |  to  the  |  Holy  j  Ghost; 

9  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever-  -shall  |  be,  ||  World  without  |  end.  A-  I 

I  men. 

GLORIA  PATRI. 

GLORYbetotheFather,and|  to     the    |  Son:  ||         And  |    to     the  |  Ho  -  ly    |  Ghost;  || 

As  itwas  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and|  ev  -  er  |  shall  be,  ||  World  j  with-out  |  end.  A-  |  men.  || 

ID  Ps.  viiL 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  Thy  name  in  |  all  the  |  earth  !   ||  Who  hast  set  thy  | 

glory  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens.  ||  Out  of  the  mouth  of  babes  and  sucklings  hast  Thou 
ordained  strength  be-  |  cause- "of  Thine  |  enemies,  ||  That  Thou  mightest  still  the  | 
enemy  |  and  the  a-  |  venger. 

2  When  I  consider  Thy  heavens,  the  |  work  of- "Thy  |  fingers,  ||  The  moon  and  the  stars  | 

which  Thou  |  hast  or-  |  dained;  ||  What  is  man,  that  Thou  art  |  mindful"  •  of  |  him?  || 
And  the  son  of  man  |  that  Thou  |  visitest  |  him  ? 

3  For  Thou  hast  made  him  a  little  lower  |  than  the  |  angels,  ||  And  hast  crowned  him  with  | 

glory  I  and —  |  honor.  ||  Thou  madest  Him  to  have  dominion  over  the  |  works* -of 
Thy  I  hands;   ||  Thou  hast  put  |  all  things  |  under- "His  |  feet: 

4  All  I  sheep  and  |  oxen,   ||  Yea,  and  the  |  beasts —  |  of  the  |  field;   ||  The  fowl  of  the 

air,  and  the  ;  fish'  "of  the  |  sea,  ||  And  whatsoever  passeth  through  the  |  paths —  |  of 
the  I  seas. 
"5  O  I  Lord  our  |  Lord,   ||  How  excellent  is  Thy  [  name  in  |  all  the  |  earth  I 

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i  The  heavens  declare  the  |  glory  "of  |  God;  ||  And  the  firmament  |  showeth- -His  | 
handy  |  work.  ||  Day  unto  day  uttereth  speech,  and  night  unto  |  night  showeth  |  know- 
ledge.  1 1  There  is  no  speech  nor  language,  where  their  |  voice —  |  is  not  |  heard. 

2  Their  line  is  gone  out  through  |  all  the  |  earth,   ||  And  their  words  to  the  |  end  —  |  of 

the  world.  ||  In  them  hath  He  set  a  tabernacle  |  for  the  |  sun,  [|  Which  is  as  a  bride- 
groom coming  out  of  his  chamber,  and  rejoiceth  as  a  strong  |  man  to  |  run  a  |  race. 

3  His  going  forth  is  from  the  end  of  the  heaven,  and  his  circuit  unto  the  |  ends —  |  of  it :  || 

And  there  is  nothing  |  hid"  "from  the  |  heat  there-  |  of.  ||  The  law  of  the  Lord  is  per- 
fect, con-  j  verting"  "the  |  soul:  ||  The  testimony  of  the  Lord  is  sure,  |  making  |  wise 
the  |  simple. 
4.  The  statutes  of  the  Lord  are  right,  re-  |  joicing"  "the  |  heart:  ||  The  commandment  of 
the  Lord  is  |  pure,  en-  |  lightening"  "the  |  eyes.  ||  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  clean,  en-  | 
during  for  |  ever.  ||  The  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true  and  |  righteous  j  alto-  | 
gether. 

5  More  to  be  desired  are  they  than   gold,  yea,   than  |  much  fine  |  gold :   ||  Sweeter  also 

than  honey  j  and  the  |  honey-  |  comb,  ||  Moreoverby  them  is  Thy  |  servant  |  warned :  || 
||  And  in  keeping  of  them  |  there  is  [  great  re-  )  ward. 

6  Who  can  under-  |  stand  his  errors?  ||  Cleanse  Thou  |  me  from  |  secret  |  faults.   ||  Keep 

back  Thy  servant  also  from  presumptuous  sins;  let  them  not  have  do-  |  minion  | 
over  me  :   ||  Then  shall  I  be  upright,  and  I  shall  be  innocent  |  from  the  |  great  trans-  | 
gression. 
*7  Let  the  words  of  my  mouth,  and  the  meditation  of  my  heart,  be  acceptable  |  in  Thy  I 
sight,  ||  O  Lord,  my  I  Strength,  and  |  my  Re-  I  deemer. 

*  /  Ps.  xxiiL 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd;  I  |  shall  not  |  want.  ||  He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green 

pastures ;  He  leadeth  me  beside  the  |  still  —  |  waters. 

2  Herestoreth  my  soul;  He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousness  for  His  |  name's  —  | 

sake.  ||  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death,  I  will  fear 
no  evil :  for  Thou  art  with  me;  Thy  rod  and  Thy  staff  |  they  —  |  comfort  me. 

3  Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the  presence  of  mine  enemies,  Thou  anointest  my 

head  with  oil:  my  |  cup"  "runneth  |  over.  ||  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow 
me  all  the  days  of  my  life;  and  I  will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  |  Lord,  for  |  ever.  || 
A-  I  men. 

I  O  Ps.  xxiv.. 

1  THE    earth  is  the  Lord's,  and    the  |  fulness  |  thereof;  \\  The  world  and  |  they  that  | 

dwell  there-  |  in.  ||  For  He  hath  founded  it  up-  |  on  the  |  seas,  ||  And  established  it 
up-  I  on  the  |  floods. 

2  Who  shall  ascend  into  the  |  hill"  "of  the  |  Lord?  ||  Or  who  shall  |  stand"  "in  His  |  holy  | 

place?  ||  He  that  hath  clean  hands,  and  a  |  pure  —  |  heart;  ||  Who  hath  not  lifted 
up  his  soul  unto  —  |  vanity,  nor  |  sworn  de-  |  ceitfully. 

3  He  shall  receive  the  blessing  |  from  the  |  Lord,  ||  And  righteousness  from  the  |  God  of  I 

his  sal-  I  vation.  ||  This  is  the  generation  of  them  that  |  seek —  |  Him,  ||  That  | 
seek  I  Thy  |  face,  |  O  Jacob.    || 

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4  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates;  and  be  ye  lift  up,  ye  ever-  |  lasting  j  doors  ;  ||  And  the 

King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in.   j|  Who  is  this  |  King  of  |  glory?  ||  The  Lord,  strong 
and  mighty,  |  the  Lord  j  mighty  "in  |  batiie. 

5  Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates;  even  lift  them  up,  ye  ever-  |  lasting  |  doors;   ||  And  the 

King  of  |  glory  |  shall  come  |  in.  |  Who  is  this  |  Kingof  |  glory?  ||  The  Lord  of  hosts, 
He  |  is  the  |  King  of  |  glory. 

1  As  the  hart  panteth  after  the  |  water  |  brooks,  ||  So  panteth  my  soul  after  |  Thee  • 

0  —  I  God. 

2  My  soul  thirsteth  for  God,  for  the  |  living  |  God  !   ||  When  shall  I  come  and  ap-  |  pear 

be-  I  fore  —  |  God? 

3  My  tears  have  been  my  meat  |  day  and  |  night,   ||  While  they  continually  say  unto  me, 

1  where  is  |  thy  —  |  God  ? 

4  When  I  re-  |  member- "these  |  things,  ||  I  pour  |  out  my  |  soul  —  |  in  me; 

5  For  I  had  gone  with  the  multitude,  I  went  with  them  to  the  |  house  of  |  God,   ||  With 

the  voice  of  joy  and  praise,  with  a  multitude  that  |  kept  —  |  holy-  |  day. 

6  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  |  O  my  |  soul?  ||  And  why  are  thou  dis-  |  quiet-  |  ed  in  |  me? 

7  Hope  I  thou  in  |  God:   ||  For  I  shall  yet  praise  Him  for  the  |  help  of  |  His  —  |  coun- 

tenance. 

8  O  send  out  Thy  light  and  Thy  truth:        |  let  them  |  lead  me  ;   ||  Let  them  bring  me 

unto  Thy  holy  hill,  and  |  to  Thy  |  taber  -  na  -  |  cles. 

9  Then  will  I  go  unto  the  altar  of  God,  unto  God  my  ex-  |  ceeding  |  joy :   ||  Yea,  upon 

the  harp  will  I  praise  |  Thee,  O  |  God,  my  |  God. 

10  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  |  O  my  |  soul?  ||  And  why  art  Thou  dis-  |  quiet-  |  ed  with-  | 

in  me? 

1 1  Hope  I  in  —  |  God:   ||  For  I  shall  yet  praise  Him,  who  is  the  health  of  my  |  counte  - 

nance,  |  and  my  |  God. 

20  Ps  xU 

1  God  is  our  |  refuge- 'and  |  strength,  ||  A  very  |  present  |  help  in  |  trouble. 

2  Therefore  will  not  we  fear,  though  the  |  earth  be  |  removed,   ||  And  though  the  moun- 

tains be  carried  |  into"  "the  |  midst"  "of  the  |  sea. 

3  Though  the  waters  thereof  |  roar"  "and  be  |  troubled,  |[  Though  the  mountains  |  shake*- 

with  the  I  swelling"  "there-  |  of. 
4.  There  is  a  river,  the  streams  whereof  shall  make  glad  the  |  city  of  j  God,  ||  The  holy 
place  of  the  |  tabernacles  of  |  the  Most  |  High. 

5  God  is  in  the  midst  of  her;  she  |  shall"  "not  be  |  moved:   j|  God  shall  help  her,  |  and  —  ( 

that  right  |  early. 

6  The  heathen    raged,   the  |  kingdoms"  "were  |  moved:   ||  He  uttered  His  |  voice,    the  | 

earth  —  j  melted. 

7  The  Lord  of  |  Hosts  is  |  with  us;  ||  The  God  of  |  Jacob.  |  is  our  |  refuge. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

21  ps-SI- 

1  Have  mercy  upon  me,   O  God,  according  to  Thy  |  loving-  |  kindness:  ||  According 

unto  the  multitude  of  Thy  tender  mercies  |  blot  out  |  my  trans-  |  gressions. 

2  Wash  me  thoroughly  from  |  mine  in-  |  iquity,   ||  And  |  cleanse  me  |  from  my  J  sin. 

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3  For  I  acknowledge  |  my  trans-  |  gressions:  |}  And  my  f  sin  is  |  ever*  'be-  |  fore  me. 

4  Hide  Thy  face  |  from  my  |  sins,  ||  And  blot  out  |  all  —  |  mine  in-  |  iquities. 

5  Create  in  me  a  clean  |  heart,  O  |  God;   ||  And  renew  a  right  |  spirif  'with-  |  in  —  |  me. 

6  Cast  me  not  away  |  from  Thy  |  presence;  ||  And  take  not  Thy  |  Holy  |  Spirit  |  from  me. 

7  Restore  unto  me  the  joy  of  |  Thy  sal-  |  vation;  ||  And  uphold  me  |  with  Thy  |  free  —  | 

Spirit. 

8  Then  will  I  teach  trans-  |  gressors""Thy  |  ways;  ||  And  sinners  shall  be  con-  |  verted  j 

unto  |  Thee. 

9  Deliver  me  from  blood-guiltiness,  O  God,  thou  God  of  |  my  sal-  |  vation:   ||  And  my 

tongue  shall  sing  aloud  |  of  Thy  |  righteous-  |  ness. 
io  O  Lord,  open  |  Thou  my  |  lips:    ||  And  my  mouth  shall  |  shew  forth  |  Thy  —  |  praise. 
ii  For  Thou  desirest  not  sacrifice;  |  else- 'would  I  |  give  it:   ||  Thou  deligh test  |  not  in  | 

burnt  —  |  offering. 
12  The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  |  broken  |  spirit:   ||  A  broken  and  contrite  heart,  O  God,  | 

Thou  wilt  |  not  de-  |  spise. 


22  PslvU- 

1  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  God,  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens ;   j|  Let  Thy  glory  be  a-  |  bovc  —  |  all 

the  |  earth. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed,  O  God,  my  |  heart  is  |  fixed;   ||  I  will  |  sing  and  |  give  —  |  praise. 

3  Awake  up,  my  glory;  awake,  |  psaltery- "and  |  harp:  ||  I  my-  |  self- "will  a-  |  wake  —  | 

early. 

4  I  will  praise  Thee,  O  Lord,  a-  |  mong  the  |  people :   ||  I  will  sing  unto  |  Thee  a-  |  mong 

the  |  nations. 

5  For  Thy  mercy  is  great  |  unto- -the  |  heavens,  ||  And  Thy  |  truth  —  |  unto* -the  |  clouds. 

6  Be  Thou  exalted,  O  God,  a-  |  bove  the  |  heavens;  ||  Let  Thy  glory  be  a-  |  bove  —  |  all 

the  |  earth. 


23  Ps.  IxiiL 

1  O  God,  Thou  |  art  my  |  God;  ||  Early  |  will  I  |  seek  —  |  Thee: 

2  My  soul  thirsteth  for  Thee,  my  flesh  |  longeth-  -for  |  Thee  ||  In  a  dry  and  thirsty  land,  | 

where  no  |  water  |  is; 

3  To  see  Thy  power  |  and  Thy  |  glory,   ||   So  as  I  have  seen  Thee  |  in  the  |  sanctu-  |  ary, 

4  Because  Thy  loving-kindness  is  |  better*  "than  |  life,  ||  My  |  lips  shall  |  praise — |  Thee. 

5  Thus  will  I  bless  Thee  |  while  I  |  live;   ||  I  will  lift  up  my  |  hands  in  |  Thy —  |  name. 

6  My  soul  shall  be  satisfied  as  with  |  marrow -and  |  fatness;  ||  And  my  mouth  shall 

praise  |  Thee  with  |  joyful  |  lips: 

7  When  I  remember  Thee  up-  |  on  my  |  bed,  ||  And  meditate  on  Thee  |  in  the  |  night  —  | 

watches. 

8  Because  Thou  hast  |  been  my  |  help,  ||  Therefore  in  the  shadow  of  Thy  |  wings  will  |  I 

re-  I  joice. 

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24  Ps.  lxxxhr. 

1  How  amiable  are  Thy  |  taber-  |  nacles,  ||  O  |  Lord  —  |  of —  |  hosts ! 

2  My  soullongeth,  yea,  even  faintethfor  the  |  courts*  "of  the  |  Lord:  ||  My  heart  and  flesh 

crieth  out  |  for  the  |  living  |  God. 

3  Yea,  the  sparrow  hath    found  a  house,  and  the  swallow  a  nest  for  herself,  where  she 

may  |  lay  her  ]  young,  ||  Even  Thine  altars,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  |  King —  |  andmy  ] 
God. 

4  Blessed  are  they  that  |  dwell"  "in  Thy  |  house:  ||  They  will  be  |  still —  |  praising  |  Thee. 

5  Behold,  O  |  God  our  |  Shield,  ]|  And  look  upon  the  |  face  of  |  Thine  A-  |  nointed. 

6  For  a  day  in  Thy  courts  is  better  |  than  a  |  thousand.  ||  I  had  rather  be  a  doorkeeper  in 

the  house  of  my  God,  than  to  dwell  in  the  |  tents  of  j  wicked-  |  ness. 

7  For  the  Lord  God  is  a  |  Sun  and  |  Shield:   ||  The  Lord  will  give  grace  and  glory:  no 

good  thing  will  He  withhold  from  |  them  that  |  walk  up-  |  rightly. 

8  O  I  Lord  of  |  hosts,  ||  Blessed  is  the  |  man  that  |  trusteth"  "in  |  Thee. 


25  Ps.*c 

1  Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  |  dwelling  [  place  |[  In  |  all  —  |  gener-  |  ations.   ||  Before  the 

mountains  were  brought  forth,  or  everTheu  hadst  formed  the  |  earth"  "and  the  | 
world,   ||  Even  from  everlasting  to  ever-  |  lasting,  |  Thou  art  |  God. 

2  Thou  turnest  j  man"  "to  de- 1  struction;  ||  And  sayest,  Re- 1  turn,  ye  |  children"  "of  |  men.  || 

For  a  thousand  years  in  Thy  sight  are  but  as  yesterday  |  when*  "it  is  |  past,  ||  And 
as  a  I  watch  —  |  in  the  |  night. 

3  Thou  earnest  them  away  as  with  a  flood ;  they  |  are"  "as  a  |  sleep:  ||  In  the  morning  they 

are  like  |  grass  which  |  groweth  |  up;  ||  In  the  morning  it  flourisheth,  and  |  groweth  | 
up;   ||  In  the  evening  it  is  cut  |  down  and  |  wither-  |  eth. 

4  For  we  are  consumed  |  by  Thine  |  anger,  ||  And  by  Thy  |  wrath —  |  are  we  |  troubled.  || 

Thou  hast  set  our  iniquities  be-  |  fore  —  |  Thee,   ||  Our  secret  sins  in  the  |  light  of  j 
Thy  —  J  countenance. 

5  For  all  our  days  are  passed  away  |  in  Thy  |  wrath  :  ||  We  spend  our  years  as  a  |  tale  —  | 

that  is  I  told.   ||  The  days  of  our  years  are  threescore  |  years  and  |  ten;  ||  And  if  by 
reason  of  |  strength"  "they  be  |  fourscore  |  years, 

6  Yet  is  their  strength  |  labor"  "and  ]  sorrow;   ||  For  it  is  soon  cut  off,  |  and  we  |  fly  a-  | 

way.  ||  Who  knoweth  the  power  |  of  Thine  |  anger?  ||  Even  according  to  Thy  |  fear, 
so  I  is  Thy  |  wrath. 

7  So  teach  us  to  |  number"  "our  |  days,   ||  That  we  may  apply  our  |  hearts  —  |  unto  [  wis- 

dom.  ||  Return,  O    |    Lord,  how  |  long?  ||  And  let  it  repent  Thee  con-  |   cerning  | 
Thy  —  I  servants. 

8  O  satisfy  us  early  |  with  thy  |  mercy;  ||  That  we  may  rejoice  and  be  |  glad —  |  all  our  | 

days.   ||  Make  us  glad  according  to  the  days  wherein  Thou  |  hast  af-  |  flictedus,  || 
And  the  years  where-  |  in  we  |  have  seen  |  evil 

379 


CHANTS. 

9  Let  Thy  work  appear  |  unto*  "Thy  |  servants,  ||  And  Thy  |  glory  |  unto-  -their  |  chiidren  || 
And  let  the  beauty  of  the  Lord  our  God  |  be  up-  |  on  us:  ||  And  establish  Thou  the 
work  of  our  hands  upon  us;  yea,  the  work  of  our  |  hands  es-  |  tablish"  "Thou  |  it. 

io  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  ||  And  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost;  ||  As  it 
was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever* -shall  |  be,  ||  World  |  without  |  end-  A-  | 
men. 

tyf\  Ps.  xcviiL 

1  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song;  for  He  hath  done  |  marvel  -  ous  |  things:   ||  His 

right  hand,  and  His  holy  arm,  hath  |  gotten  |  Him  the  |  victory.  ||  The  Lord  hath 
made  known  |  His  sal-  |  vation  :  ||  His  righteousness  hath  He  openly  shewed  in  the  | 
sight  —  |  of  the  |  heathen. 

2  He  hath  remembered  His  mercy  and  His  truth  toward  the  |  house  of  |  Israel :  ||  All  the 

ends  of  the  earth  have  seen  the  sal-  |  vation  |  of  our  |  God.  ||  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto 
the  Lord,  |  all  the  |  earth:  ||  Make  a  loud  noise,  and  re-  |  joice,  and  |  sing  —  j  praise. 

3  Sing  unto  the  Lord  |  with  the  |  harp;  ||  With  the  harp,  and  the  |  voice —  |  of  a  |  psalm.  || 

With  trumpets  and  |  sound  of  j  cornet  ||  Make  a  joyful  noise  be-  |  fore  the  |    Lord, 

the  |  King. 
4.  Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  |  fulness-  •  there-  [  of;  ||  The  world,  and  |  they  that  |  dwell 

there-  |  in.   ||  Let  the  floods  |  clap  their  |   hands:   ||  Let  the  hills  be  joyful  to-  j 

gether"be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord; 
*5  For  He  cometh  to  |  judge  the  |  earth;  ||  With  righteousness  shall  He  judge  the  world, 

and  the  |  people  |  with  —  |  equity. 


n  tm  Trisagion. 

i  Holy,  holy,  holy,  |  Lord*  *  God  of  |  Sabbaoth;  ||  Heaven  and  |  earth  are  |  full- -of  Thy  | 

glory 

2  Hosanna  in  the  highest!  Blessed  is  He  that  cometh  in  the  |  name  of  the  |  Lord.   ||  Ho- 

sanna  |  in  thej  highest! 

3  Therefore  with  Angels,  |  and  Arch- 1  angels,  ||  and  with  |  all  the  |  company  of  |  Heaven,  || 

we  laud  and  magnify  Thy  |  glorious  I  Name,    ||  evermore  praising  |  Thee,  and  |  say- 

-  ling,  || 
4.  Holy,  holy,  holy,  |  Lord"  "God  of  |  hosts;  Heaven  and  |  earth  are  |  full'-of  Thy  |  glory;  || 
5  Glory  I  be  to  j  Thee,  ||  O  |  Lord  Most  |  High.  A-  |  men. 


"THY  WILL  BE  DONE." 

28 

1  "Thy  will  be  |  done!"  [|  In  devious  way  The  hurrying  stream  of  |  life  may  |  run;  || 

Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say,  |   "  Thy  will  be  |  done." 

2  "Thy  will  be  |  done!"  ||  If  o'er  us  shine    a  gladdening   and  a  |  prosperous  |  sun,  || 

This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine  —  |   "Thy  will  be  |  done  I" 

3  "Thy  will  be  |  done!"  ||  Though  shrouded  o'er  Our  path  with  |  gloom,  ||  one  com- 

fort  —  one  ||  is  our3:  —  to  breathe,  while  we  adore,   |   "  Thy  will  be  |  done." 

0  Sir  John  Bowring.    (1792 — 1872.)  1825.  ab. 

330 


CHANTS. 
BAPTISMAL  CHANT. 

^y  Before  the  Administration. 

l   And  Jesus  said,  Suffer  little  children,  and  forbid  them  not  to  |  come- -unto  |  Me;  |[ 
For  of  |  such-  'is  the  |  kingdom-  'of  |  heaven. 

i   He  shall  feed  His  |.  flock-  "like  a  |  shepherd  :  ||  Heshall  gather  the  lambs  with  His  arm 
and  |  carry 'them  |  in  His  |  bosom. 

3  I  will  pour  My  Spirit  upon  thy  seed,  and  My  blessing  up-  |  on  thine  |  offspring;  || 
And  they  shall  spring  up  as  among  the  grass,  as  [  willows'  -by  the  |  water —  |  courses. 

After  the  Administration. 

1  THEN  will  I  sprinkle  clean  |  water'  'up-  |  on  you,  ||  And  |  ye  shall  |  be —  |  clean : 

2  A  new  heart  also  |  will  I  |  give  you,  ||  And  a  new  spirit  |  will  I  |  put  with-  |  in  you, 

3  And  I  will  take  away  the  stony  heart  |  out  or  -your  |  flesh,  ||  And  I  will  |  give*  -you  a  | 

heart  of  |  flesh. 

EUCHARISTIC. 


NETTLETON.     8,  7.  D. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  in  His  gracious  eye, 
Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie. 


2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  teais  His  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

Still  to  my  Redeemer  go. 
Prove  His  wounds  each  day  more 

healing. 
And  Himself  more  truly  know. 

Rev.  James  Allen.  (1734— 1804.)  1737.  much  alt. 
Hon.  and  Rev.  Walter  Shirley.  (1725--1786.)  1774.  ab. 
and  alt. 


381 


Tndex 


OF 


/* 


F^I 


PTURE 


Texts. 


HYMN. 

GENESIS. 

1:  3 3 

5:  24 681 

8:    476 

12:  7 1171 

17:  7 862 

21:  31 876 

24:  56 626 

27:  34.. 487 

28:  10—12 734 

28:  20—22 1172 

32:  26 1287 

EXODUS. 

3:  0 1386 

13:  21 119 

14:  15 639 

33:  20 19 

LEVITICUS. 
8:  35 631 

NUMBERS. 

10:  2 993 

10:  33 18 

23:  10 1293 

DEUTERONOMY. 
4:  31 91 

RUTH, 
1:  16,17 875 

1ST  SAMUEL. 

1:  28 805 

3:  10 902 

15:  32 1274 

2d  SAMUEL. 
23:  5 787 

1st  etngs. 

3:  5 823,  979 

2d  CHRONICLES. 

6:  18 1032 

15:  15 872 

EZRA. 
8:  21 84G 

NEHEMIAH. 

9:  5 57 

13:  31 702 

JOB. 
11:  7 21 

23:  10 1233 

29:  2 078,686 

TSALMS. 

» 1222,  1234 

4:  4 478 

5 972 

5:  3 957 

8   60,  153 

0 C54 


HTJDJ. 

11 44 

14 1095 

15 1309 

17:  15 140 

18 120,  128,  156 

19 G3,  67,  386,  403,  403 

19:  5,  8 1198 

23 82,  84,  85,  98,  132 

661,  710,  759,  1151 

24 152  280 

24:  7—10 300 

26:  2 552 

27 766,974 

29 138,  1227 

31 777 

31:  15 797,  806 

32 511 

33 114 

34 142 

36 120 

36:  5—9 104,  141 

39 1269 

40:  5—7 140 

41 1043 

42 687 

44 1157 

45 313,  1088 

40 121 

48 299,  836,  837,  840 

51.... 458,  405,  46G,  407,  480 

51:   10 741 

55 1286 

55:  6 811 

55:  17 821 

55:  22 794 

56 387 

57 52.134 

58:  1 1175 

63 86,  977,  1009,  1010 

65 69,998,1154,  1252 

65:  2 1256 

60:  2 588 

67 956,  959,1159 

63 49,281,1325 

68:  18 267 

70 683 

71 750,  782 

71:  5—9 1296 

71:  17—21 1295 

72 1115,  1139 

72:  15 1122 

73:  23—26 802 

73:  23—28 748 

73:  25...  531,  740,  754,  1198 

74:  16,  17 66 

77 641 

78 1153 

78:  53 663 

60 1006 

81 936 

84 950,  951,  984,  987, 

1003,  1017 

87 985 

T3:  11,  12 12S0 

f9:  7 93 

90 74 

80:  2 27 

90:  3—5 1087 

90:  13 1361 

90:  17 1174 

91 765,  1237 


92 
93 
93: 
95. 
95: 
96 
96: 
96: 
97. 
99 
100. 
100: 
1112 
102: 
103 
103: 
103: 
103: 
104. 
106 
107: 
107: 
107: 
L09: 
11(1: 
111: 
113 
115 

110: 

117 
118. 

118: 
119. 

119: 

119, 

119: 

121 

121: 

122 

12.-.: 

126. 

127 

L30 

132 

133. 

133  : 

136 

137. 

138 

138: 

L39 

14.". 

NO 

146: 

117 
147: 
148 
150 


IIYMX. 

935,944,  1004 

41,  45,  101,  108 

3—5 109 

58,  946 

1—6 103,  982 

145 

2 714 

13 1351 

41,  110 

61 

..46,  47,  48,  107,  841,  952 

3 28 

73 

13—21 1109 

97,  135,  537,  1151 

1—7 87 

8—12 88 

13—18 89 

56,  136 

100 

23—30 1144 

24 694 

35 139 

20 778 

4 562 

9 144 

78,  137 

96 

12 785 

1,  35,  50,  72,  1023 

939,  969 

24 931 

. .  394,  395,  396,  397,  399, 
400,  745 

3 393 

71,  75 774 

136,  153 1061 

43,  118,786 

5 1245 

...900,  970,  975,  976.  994 
1011,  1112,  1115 

2 834 

602,  857 

1238 

463,  695 

1036 

924,  1169 

2 409 

81,  105,  1153 

725,  835,  1059 

699 

5 609 

94,  95,  130 

102,  131 

4,  111 

2 1386 

1254 

3 1282 

....  39,  40,  51,  53,  59,  79 
23,  80,  83 


HYMN. 

CANTICLES. 
2 428 

ISAIAH. 


PROVERBS. 

9 1053 

22—31 148 

24 544 

ECCLESIASTES. 
10 421 


.1054 
.1399 


2: 
6: 
6: 
9: 

9: 
9: 
12: 
21: 
26: 
20: 
27: 
12. 
32: 

B: 
33: 

;:. : 

411. 

42: 

I,". 

I.".: 

45: 

51: 

52: 

52: 

52: 

52: 

53: 

53: 

53: 

53: 

53: 

55 

56: 

58: 

60 

61 

62: 

63: 

63: 

66: 

3: 
31  i 

1—4 

1107 

1—3 

152 

3 

12 

1—7 

157 

2 

1103 

6 

172,  170 

1 

579 

11 

..  174 

3 

824 

13 

508 

8 

..  143 

2 

20 

..  853 

17,  24 

20,  21 

733,  1313 
831 

8—10 

28—31 

627 

10—12 

1106 

1072 

2 

208 

7 

1200 

9 

1009 

1,  2 

1110 

7 

..  1128 

10 

1079 

15 

. .  1078 

4 

199,791 

4,  5,12... 
5 

248 

.     516 

(i— 12 

235 

7—9 

851 

1—2 

446 

4,5 

1299 

1 

20 

1083,  1084 
1312 

155 

0,  7 

1058 

1 

1196 

7 

19,  20 1073 

JEREMIAH. 
22    6<10 

13    . 

981 

18—20  .... 

431 

LAMENTATIONS. 

22,  23 1199 

23 1200 

24 1328 

EZEKIEL. 

31 416 

37 849 

3 1062 

27 830 


HOSEA. 


1—4 
4... 


.685 
.010 


MICAH, 

2-  10  - 1409 

.1107 
..708 


4:  1,2 


383 


3§4 


INDEX  OF  SCRIPTURE   TEXTS. 


HTM.V. 
TTAHAKKi:K".  24: 

20 964  24: 

24* 


HAGGAI. 


24; 


2:  7. 


.303; 


ZECHARIAH. 

5 12701 

1 501,  515,  550,  1129 

MATTHEW. 

10 190 

16 1081 

4 798 

8 756 

25 775 

25 1145 

28 432,  468 

28—30 415,  429 

20 320 

16,  17 851 

27    708 

35,  36 211 

4      212 

20 755,988,989 

32 681 

1—11 217, 

15,  16 1195; 

4    441. 

7 614 


HTM>* 

1—10 262 

29 1020,  1029 

32 743 

34 266,  277 

JOHN. 

1,  3,14 150 

16 599 

2 1168 

16,  17 449 

21—23 9861 

37 490 

37 40S.  447 

16 930 

41 15 

1  ...337 

6. .... 7.7. .304,  752,  100G 

16,  17 3671 

19 698 

13 595,  624 

7 339.  340 

24 1398 

30 246 

11—16 270 

388 


HTJTN'. 

15:  47,  49 325 

16:  13 625 

2d  CORINTHIANS. 

4:  4 395 

4:  6 3 

5:  1 1171 

5:  17 529 

6:  2 439 

GALATIANS. 

3:  22 469 

G:  2 1056 

6:  6 723 

6:  14 612,  61S 

EPHESIANS. 
13,  14 355 


:  29. 
:  15. 
:  17. 


.593 
.736 


o 

5 

604 

o 

13 — 18 

809 

3 

16 

990 

■1 

5 

829 

4 

8 

267 

5 

14 

632 

fi 

11—13 

628 

ACTS. 


....1045 
....1354 
.  ...1040 

902 

336 


4... 
1— i. 


MARK. 


32 

38 

1—21  .. 
1:5— 16  . 
28. 


.1214 
.1147 
..209 
..861 
..610 


383, 

.341,  342 
522 


11 808 

36 329 

38 198,  1038 

44 356 

9 1090 

24—28 C4, 

35 1052 

22 1257 


47 492,  517 

51,  52 518 

10 1076 

f, 260 

15 843,1100 


LUKE.  u 

47 71612 

7—15 160  13 

10 1-1  14 

11 16315 

32      1080 

40 11761 

22         205 

12    880    1 

13 1283    1 

58 1229    1 

42      422    2 

33 1048    2 

35—38 854'  3 

16—24 426    6 

17  427,  433  11 

22    448  11 

1  751  13 

1—7 625 '13 

13 481,  482  13 

19 891,15 


EOMAXS. 

:  14 

:  16 

:  20 

:  4 

:  14,  16 

:  33 

:  23 

:  12 


PHLlLPPIANS. 

21 549,  1276 

22 619 

23 12S0,  1290 

7—9 889 

8 486 

12—14 648 

6,7 1219 

13 751 


COLOSSIAXS. 


.1342 
.913 
..574 
..816 


11 


....682 
....GIG 
....398 
...460 

355 

....701 
...10G0 
....319 
. . .1251 
99,  721 
1 


1st  CORINTHIANS. 

:  22—29 321 

:  23,  24 858 

:  30 485,  605 

:  2 583 

:  9—10 1374 

:  7 965 

:  17 720 

.03  884 

:  26.7.7.-7.7.7. 7.897,  908 

:  9 117 

:  12 1019 

:  13 1040 

:  20-23 311 


1st  THESSALONIANS. 

4:  13 1323 

4:  14—17 1360 

4:  18 1298 

5:  17 822 

1st  TIMOTHY. 

1:  15 584 

1:  17 16 

2:  5 333 

3:  16 295 

4:  6.  7.18 1277 

6:  12 652,  671 

2d  TIMOTHY. 

1:  12 623 

3:  16 397,  404 

TITUS. 

2:  10—13 621 

2:  12 814 

HEBREWS. 

1:  6 307 

2:  10 302 


imor. 

2:  11 _ G18 

2:  18 801 

3:  4 133 

4:  9 1912 

4:  16 320 

5:  1 1318 

5:  6 562 

6:  19 692 

7:  25 284 

10:  23 4'2 

10:  21 208 

10;  29 471 

11:  14 653 

11:  13 726,  1218 

12:  26 1343 

13:  14 657 

JAMES. 

4:  13—15 12G7 

4:  14 1288 

1ST  PETER. 

1:  8 530,  545 

2:  4,5 827 

2:  7 563,  757 

2:  21 200 

5:  7 635,  773,  775 

5:  10 752 

2D  PETER. 
1:  4 709 

1ST  JOHN. 

1:  3 722 

2:  6 G84 

3:  1 723 

3:  2 705 

4:  8 54 

4:  11 104J 

JUDE. 
24,  25 02 

REVELATION. 

?:  17 4S9 

3:  20 428 

3:  21 90(1 

4:  6 1391 

4:  8 1116 

4:  11 55,  306 

5:  6—12 326 

5*  9  28 

5:  11— 13....... ...330,  551 

5:  12 315 

7:  9 1365,1391,  1396 

7:  9—16 1366 

7:  13 1194 

7:  13—17 .'1404 

7:  17 1394 

11:  15 305 

14:  13 1322 

15:  3 201,  606 

19:  12 296 

19:  16 318 

21:  1—4 1350 

21:  3,  4,23,25 1305 

21:  27 1374 

22:    1 1389 

22:  17-.20 442 

22:  20 1337,1362 


NDEX    OF 


QUBJECTS. 


THE   FIGURES   REFER  TO   THE   NUMBERS   OF  THE   HYMNS. 


Abba,  Father,  6io,  723. 
Abiding  with  Believers — See 

Christ. 
Abrahamic  Covenant, 862,867 
Accepted    Time,   425,   439 — 

See  Day  of  Grace. 
Access  to  God,  322,  513,  722, 

823. 
Activity,  Calls  to,  894,  1039, 

105 1,  1092,  1343,  1344. 
Adoption,  125,  723,  1010. 
Adoration,    5,    26,  48,  986— 

See  Christ,  and  Trinity. 
Advent — See  Christ. 
Advocate,    Christ   our  —  See 

Christ. 
Afflictions : 

Blessings  of,  116,  622,  647, 

774,  798,  799- 
Comfort  Under,  1298- 1336. 
Courage  in,  337,  586,  625, 

709,  710,  728,  927,  1264, 

1266. 
Prayer   in,  665,   706,   761- 

763,  791.  792>  1269.  ■ 
Refuge    in,    121,  -T22,    317, 

434.  437,  635,  666,  667, 

671-680,     692-713,    764, 

765,  766,   773,  775,  794, 

805,  1237,  1279-1283. 
Submission  in,  88-91,  123- 

127,    636,    767-772,  776, 

Tjy,  788,  1221. 
All  in  all—See  Christ, andGod. 
All  is  Well,  672. 
Alms — See  Charity. 
Angels : 
At  Advent  of  Christ,  147, 

1 50 — See  Song  of. 
At   Coronation    of  Christ, 

296,  3°5-  329,  33°- 
At  Resurrection  of  Christ, 

262,  263,  265,  266,  273. 
Joy  of,  730. 
Ministry  of,  30,  1210,  1241, 

1287,  1290. 
Song  of,  158-164,  166,  170, 

176,  185,  194,  195. 


Ark  of  God,  444. 
Ascension    of    Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Ashamed  of  Jesus,  616,  623. 
Asleep  in  Jesus,  1292,   1294, 

,1333- 

Aspirations,    681-633,    726, 

7V- 

For  Divine  Grace,  18,  36, 
86,  99,  125,624,  631,  704, 
706,  741,  745,  746,  749, 
751,  753,  761-763,  817, 
823,  826,  979,  990,  1 1 70, 
1 172. 

For  Heaven — See  Longing 
for  Heaven. 

For  Nearness  to  Christ, 
660-670,  687,  689,  720, 
728,  729,  734-737,  752, 
753.757,  758,  1029,1173, 
1 191. 

Of  Faith— See  Faith. 

Of  Hope — See  Hope. 
Assurance,  355,  513,  651,698, 

728,  759. 
Atonement : 

Completed,  146,  147,  222- 
338,  408-450,  499,  501, 
534,  5S7,  588,  1 1 29. 

Necessary,  223,  234,  235, 
245,  321,  453,  460,  464, 
465,  467,  499,  502,  605. 

Sufficient,     230,    234,    238, 

310,  408,  411,  419,  420, 

429,   432,  446,  503,  515, 

534,  605,  608,  618. 

Attributes  of  God — See  God. 

Autumn — See  Seasons. 

Backsliding,  471,678,684- 

688,  690. 
Baptism,  861-871. 

Adult,  863,  864. 

Infant,  861,  862,  865-871. 

Of  Holy  Spirit,  912,  1067. 
Beatitudes,  756,  1 169. 
Being  of  God — See  God. 
Believers — See  Saints. 


Believing — See  Faith. 
Benediction,  943,    1005 — See 

Close  of  Service. 
Benevolence: 

Of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Human — See  Charity. 
Bereavement— See.  Afflictions, 

and  Funeral  Hymns. 
Bible,  386-407. 
Blessedness  of  the  Pardoned, 

511. 
Blessing    Sought,    487,    488, 

489,  517-519,  U74- 
Blindness,  517-519. 
Blind  Bartimeus,  517. 
Blood  of  Christ — See  Christ. 

See  also  Atonement. 
Book  of  Life,  1 15. 
Bread  of  Heaven — See  Christ. 
Bread  of  Life — See  Christ. 
Brevity  of  Life — See  Life. 
Bridegroom,  Coming  of,  894, 

1343- 

Brotherly  Love,  913-915,  918, 
924,  925,  1049 — See  also 
Communion  of  Saints. 

Burdens,  5 1 2, 794 — See  Afflic- 
tions. 

Burial— See  Death,  and  Fune- 
ral Hymns. 

Call,  God's,  477. 

Calmness,  761,  763,  Sio,  814. 

Calvary,  229,  247,  249,  253 — 
See  Christ,  Crucified. 

Captain  of  Salvation  —  See 
Christ. 

Carnal  Joys,  558. 

Change  of  Heart — See  Con- 
version. 

Charity,  1038.  1041  -  1046, 
1052,  1053,  1055,  1056 — 
See  also  Brotherly  Love. 

Chastenings— See  Afflictions. 

Children,    1176,    1177,    1181, 
1184-1195 
Hosannasof,  218,  219,1177, 
1 186,  1 195. 

385 


3S6 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


Childlike  Spirit,  796. 
Choosing    Christ,   494,    495, 

878. 
Christ,  I45-338- 

Abiding     with     Believers, 

802,  883,  1020,1024,1029. 

Adoration  of,  151,  239,  307, 

310,  326,  330,  568. 
Advent,  First,  145-197. 
Advent,    Second,  180,  182, 

I337-I364- 
Advocate,  284,  322,  324. 
Agony  of,  220-233,  247. 
All  in   All,   527,  531,  532, 

569,  574,  592. 
Ascension  of,  278-282,  285- 

290,  298,  299,  309,  312, 

333- 
Atonement    of,    485,    516, 

H79- 
Beauty  of,  313,  580,  582. 
Benevolence    of,   204,   390, 

1038. 
Best  Friend,  544,  909. 
Birth  of,  161-166,  169-179, 

183-188,    190,    191,    194, 

195- 
Blood  of,  242,  253-256,  267, 

268,  324. 
Bread  of  Heaven,  898. 
Bread  of  Life,  893, 895,  896. 
Burial  of,  257-259. 
Captain  of  Salvation,  586, 

634,  651,  724. 
Character  of,  19S,  199,  200, 

206,  207,  208,  215,  313. 
Childhood  of,  197,  216. 
Choice    of — See    Choosinp- 

Christ. 
Compassion    of,    153,    199, 

209,  320,  780. 
Condescension  of,  180. 
Conqueror,   266,  267,  271, 

275,  279,  280,  290,  294- 

301,  312,  314,  318,  331, 

336,  971,  1 196. 
Consoler,  801,  802,  805. 
Corner-  Stone,  827,  828,  830, 

833.  929.  939- 
Coronation    of,     296,    305, 

Cross  of — See  Cross. 
Crucified,  578,  583. 
Crucifixion  of,  227-256,  283. 
Day    Star,    185,    192,    193, 

406,  958,  1225. 
Death   of — See  Atonement 

of,  and  Crucifixion  of. 


Christ : 

Delight   in,    149,  212,   213, 

214,  316,  527—529,  572. 
Deliverer,673, 674, 679, 708, 

709,  801. 
Desire  of  Nations,  165,  170, 

181,  303. 
Divinity  of,   150,   151,   167, 

170,    171,    177,   210,  236, 

313.  315.  330. 
Eternity  ol,   150,  315,  318. 
Exaltation  of,  235,  302,  315, 

329- 
Example,     198,    200,    333, 

624,    103S,     1 1 76,     1 177, 

1 188. 
Excellency  of,  330,568,588. 
Faith  in,  234 — See  Faith. 
First  Fruits,  311. 
Fountain,    242,    253,     254, 

501,  515,  550,  599. 
friend  ot  Sinners,  214,  323, 

457.  469- 
Fullness  of,  430,  728,  729. 
Gift  of  God,  700. 
Glorying  in,  612-618,  623. 
Glory    of,    212,    213,    273, 

302,  306,  310,  313. 
Grace  of,  208,  313,  430,  479, 

572,  804. 
Gratitude  to,  180,  238,  325, 

536—556. 
Hiding  Place,  455,  555,  642, 

676. 
High  Priest,  26S,  269,  317, 

328. 
Hope  of  His  People,   310, 

319-328,    336-338,    549, 

691,  693,  694,  698,  772. 
Hosanna  to,  218,  219,  331. 
Humanity  of,  150,  198-208, 

214-216,  317,  321,  323- 

325>  333- 
Humility  of,  198,  206. 
Humiliation    of,    197,    216, 

235.  315- 
Immanuel,    189,    318,    321, 

325- 
Incarnate,    196,    201,    203, 

321,  332,  333- 
Incomparable,      189,      505, 

546,  561,  670. 
Indwelling,  494,  666. 
In  Gethsemane,  220,  223- 

226,  566. 
Intercession    of,    240,    284, 

286,  317,  666. 
!      Invitation  of,  205,  209,  408, 


I  Christ : 

415,  416,  429,  447,  599, 
707. 
Judge,  338,1338-1341,1345- 

.1355- 

King  of  Glory,  152,  181, 
260-265,  271,  280,  281, 
300,  301,  307,  318,323. 

King  ot    Saints,   291,  314, 

334,  335- 
King,   Sovereign,  151,  285, 

297.  313.  338,  5H>  532. 
Knocking  at  the  Door,  241, 

428. 
Lamb    of    God,    236,    310, 

315,  326,  330,  573,  899. 
Leader,  641,  651-654,  66c- 

670. 
Life,  556,  599. 
Light   464,    556,    571,   599, 

738,  1202. 
Love  of,  146,  215,  216,  328, 

347,  47i,  544'  57i,  587, 

589,    881,   882,  886,  909, 

1190. 
Loveliness  of,  531,  561,  562, 

598. 
Majesty    of,    62,    151,  214, 

217,  307. 
Man  of  Sorrows,  248,  791. 
Mediator,    236,    237,    324, 

534- 
Meekness  of,  198,  200,  206, 

208. 
Ministry  of,    ic,8,  104,205, 

210,  211. 
Miracles  of,  202,  204,  209, 

210. 
Mission  of,    155,    198,   202, 

449- 
Names  of,    157,    171,    504, 

514. 
Nativity  of — See  Birth  of. 
Offices    of,    171,    504,    514, 

533- 
Only   Plea,  451,  453-   455- 

469,  475,  496,  497,  583, 

584,  590. 
Our    Passover,    265,    310, 

899. 
Passion,  221,  222,  227-256. 
Patience   of,  198,  208,  222, 

244. 
Pattern — See  Example. 
Pearl  of  Great  Price,  527, 

700. 
Physician,  204,  5 1 7,  518. 
Power  of — See  Divinity  of. 


INDEX     OF    SUBJECTS. 


387 


Christ : 

Praise  to — See  Praise. 
Prayer  to — See  Prayer. 
Preciousness    of,    503-508, 

563-566. 
Presence  of,  203,  581,  637, 

667,  755,  1 173. 
Priest,  164,   196,  324,  514, 

527,  562. 
Prince  of  Grace,  303. 
Prince  of  Peace,  315,  335. 
Prince  of  Salvation,  11 24. 
Prophet,  164,  196,  514,  527. 
.   Ransom,  250,  264,  267,  308, 

327,  502,  526,  534. 
Redeemer,  1 47, 1 67, 1 68,282, 

306,  308,  319,  326,  327. 
Refuge,  642,  676,  679. 
Reigning,    145,    156,    274, 

275,   279,   283,   294-302,  j 

3o5.  307,  334,  335-  338, 

1121,  1122,  1139-1141. 
Resurrection  of,  180,  260- 

267,   270,   272-283,   311, 

336,  933.  948,  969>  971, 

973- 
Resurrection,     Pledge     ol, 

311,  312,  316. 
Righteousness  of,  485,  605, 

889. 
Rock  of  Ages,  499,  831. 
Sacrifice,  198,  227-256,  513,  ' 

579 — See  Atonement. 
Saviour,  the,  209,  210,  211,  1 

237,  2S9,  316,  318.  j 

Second   Coming    of —  See  j 

Advent,  Second. 
Sepulchre  of,  257,  258,  259,  j 

270,  272. 
Shepherd,   82,  84,   85,  98, 

333.  539-  565,  661,  710, 

759,    906,     1 175,     1 178, 

1191,  1193. 
Son  of  God,  145,  150,  151, 

162,  171,   195,   197,  213, 

216,  240,  247,  248,  261, 

284,  313,  315,  318. 
Substitute,    228,   250,    516, 

584. 
Sufferings  of,  198,  199,  220- 

256. 
Sufficient,  677,  702. 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  99, 

479-957,  958>  io29>  I236- 
Surety,  277,  513. 
Sympathy  of,  214,  215,  317, 

320,  328,  453,  561,  615, 

701,  791-794. 


Christ : 

Teacher,  205. 
Temptations  of,  201. 
Transfiguration  of,2i2, 213. 
Triumphal   Entry  of,   152, 

217-219. 
Trust  in — See  Trust. 
Victorious— See  Conqtieror. 
Way,  Truth,  and  Life,  304, 

752. 
Weeping  over  Sinners,  459. 
Wisdom  of,  148. 
Wonderful,  532. 
Word  of  God,  1 50, 1  77,  407. 
Work  Finished,  260,  269. 
Christ's  Grace  Extolled,  599- 

609. 
Christians : 

At  the  Cross,  230,  243,  245, 

703- 
Christ  the  Life  of,  549,  698, 

735- 
Comfort  of — See  Comfort. 
Confidence  in  God,  1328 — 

See  Faith,  and  Trust. 
Conflicts  of,  in,  471,  671- 

697,  797,  809 — See  also 

Warfare. 
Conquerors  through  Christ, 

586,  605,  648-650. 
Courage  of— See  Courage. 
Death   of — See   Death  of 

Saints. 
Debt  of,  to  Christ,  681,682, 

881. 
Dependence  on  Christ,  99, 

321,  666,  670,  728,  777, 

877,  1295,  1296. 
Duties  of,  99,  621,  631,  853, 

1038,    1039,    1197-1201, 

1268. 
Encouragements    of,    585, 

634,  645,  651,  655,  671, 

672,  691,  708-710,   759, 

1051. 
Example  of,  621,  648,  919, 

920. 
Fellowship  of — See  Broth- 
erly Love. 
Graces  of,  603,  621,  656, 

741,  746,  751,  756,  761, 

763,  1040,  1 04 1,  1 182. 
Love   of,    for   Christ,    504, 

530-535,   545,   547,   548, 
559-568,    577,    593-598, 
721,  736. 
Perseverance  of,  543,  642- 
656,  701,  759,  787. 


Christians : 

Safety  of,  in  God,  43,  44, 
49,  52,  56,  74,  82-85,  118, 
121,  142,  777. 
Race  of,  648-657, 
Warfare  of,  586,  625-654. 
Christian  Ministry — See  Min- 
istry. 
Christian  Work,   1038-1057, 

1 192. 
Christmas  Song— See  Song  of 

the  Angels. 
Church,  827-842. 

Afflicted,  1058,  1059,  1066, 

1356,  1358. 
Beloved  of  God,  831,  834, 

835,837. 

Beloved  of  Saints,  830,  832, 
835,836,841,878,974-978. 

Birth  Place  of  the  Saints, 
985. 

Glory  of,  831,836,985,1102, 
1 108,  11 11,  1 1 16,  1359. 

God  the  Strength  of,  830, 
837,  840,  842,  984. 

In  the  Desert,  1066. 

Joining  the,  876,  878,  879. 

Ministry  of — See  Ministry. 

Missions  of — See  Missions. 

Ordinances  of — See  Bap- 
tism, and  Lord's  Supper. 

Revival  of — See  Revival. 

The  Safety  of  the  Nation, 

837. 

Triumph  of,  1 74, 1 068, 1 1 1 6, 

1125-1141,  1393. 
Unity  of,  829. 
City  of  God,  1390 — See  Zion. 
Close   of  Service,    918,    925, 
943,963,1005,1014,  1015, 
1022,  1023,  1025. 
Come  and  Welcome,  408, 419, 

876,  879. 
Comfort,  270,  434,  435,  437. 

450,  1282,  1283,  1298. 
Comforter — See  Holy  Spirit. 
Coming  of  Christ-See  Christ, 
Advent. 
Anticipated,     1337,     1338, 
1342,  1356-1364. 
Commemoration,     884,    887, 

891,  897,  900-908,  926. 
Communion : 

Of  Saints,  91 1-930. 
With  God,  738-740. 
With  Christ,  559,  722. 
At  the  Lord's  Table — See 
Lord's  Supper. 


388 


INDEX     OF    SUBJECTS. 


Compassion : 
Of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Of  God— See  God. 
Condescension  —  See  Christ, 

and  God. 
Confession : 
Of  Faith— See  Faith, 
Of  Sin — See  Sin. 
Confidence — See  Faith,  and 

Trust. 
Conflict  with  Sin — See  Chris- 
tians, Conflicts  of. 
Conformity  to  Christ,  741 — 

See  Christ,  Example. 
Conqueror — See  Christ. 
Conscience,  234,  744,  745. 
Consecration,  of  Possessions, 
245,  486, 1052,1053,1055. 
Of  Self,  36,  873,  874,  880. 
Renewed,  684-690. 
To  Christ,  619-621. 
Consolation,  in  God,  773-776. 
In  the  Sympathy  of  Christ, 

791-794. 
Sought,  764-766. 
Under  Bereavement,  1298- 
1306,    1311,    1321,   1323, 

I327-I33°- 
Constancy,  643-645, 648, 650- 

657. 
Contributions — See  Charity. 
Contrition,  227,  230-232,  524. 
Conversion,  1 52,256, 472-477, 

479,  486,  492-498.  5°9- 

511,   518,    522-524,    529, 

533.  535^  538,  539.  554. 

557-   558,  599-603.  610, 

892. 
Conviction  —  See      Pardon 

Sought. 
Corner-Stone — See  Christ. 
Coronation — See  Christ. 
Country,    our,     n  52,     1157- 

1166. 
Courage,  625,  628,  633,  643- 

655,  1092,  1094,  1096. 
Covenant,  entering  into,  864, 

872-880. 
Of  Grace,    695,    701,   787, 

862,  867. 
Creation — See  God,  Creator. 
Cross : 

And  Crown,  927. 
Bearing,  610,611,617,621- 

624. 
Glorying  in,  612,  613,  616- 

618,  647. 
Lessons  of,  251,  502. 


Cross : 

Salvation  by,  227-256,  302, 

3H. 
Soldier  of,  625,  643,   644, 

1096. 
Crowns  of  Glory,6o9,622,627, 

648,  651,  730,  885,  920. 
Crucifixion    of   Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Crucifixion  to  the  World,  245 

—  See     Renouncing  all 

for  Christ. 

Darkness,  Spiritual,  359, 

678,  684-690,  695,  809, 

1361- 
Day  of  Grace,  413,  414,  421, 

425,  428,  439,  450,  497, 

946. 
Day  Spring,  406,  958. 
Day  Star,  185,  406,  958,  1225. 
Death  : 

Confidence  in,   1 274-1 278, 

1289-1292,    1294,     1318, 

1371. 
Conquered,      1271,      1302, 

1321-1326. 
Fear  of,  Overcome,  1317. 
Of  Children,  1299,  1300. 
Of  Friends,  131 1,  1316. 
Of  Infants,  1301,  1303. 
Of  a  Minister,  1329,  1331.    I 
Of  Saints,  1284,  1292,  1293, 
1298,    1304,   1305,   1307-: 
1310,  I3I7-I336- 
Prevalence  of,   1272,  1273,  1 

1306. 
Second,  462. 
Declension     Deplored,    471,  I 

678,  684-688. 
Decrees  of  God — See  God. 
Dedicating   Places   of  Wor- 
ship, 1032-1037. 
Delay,  Danger  of,  413,  414, 
416,  421,  424,  425,  428, 
450. 
Dependence  on  God,  73,  74, 
yy,  92,  98,  99,  794,  1200, 
1213,   1223,   1226,   1237, 
1238,  1245. 
On   Grace,  387,  584,  600, 
601,  603,  604. 
Deliverance       Sought       and 

Gained,  695-697. 
Depravity  : 

Native,  467,  496,1061,1062. 
Universal,    147,    235,    605, 
1061,  1062. 


Despondency  —  See  Chris- 
tians, Conflicts  of. 

Devotions — See  Prayer,  and 
Worship. 

Dismissions  —  Sec  Close  of 
Service. 

Distress.Spiritual — ZeeChris- 
tians,  Conflicts  of. 

Doubt — See  Christians,  Con- 
flicts of. 

Doxologies  ;  Hymns  15,  18, 
38,  55,  72,  97,  551,1025; 
Pages  529,  530. 

Duties,  Daily  —  See  Chris- 
tians, Duties  of. 

Early  Piety  —  See  Chil- 
dren. 

Earnest  of  the  Spirit  —  See 
Holy  Spirit,  Earliest  of. 

Earnestness — See  Zeal. 

Earthly  Pleasures — See  Re- 
nunciation. 

Easter  Hymns — See  Christ, 
Resurrection  of. 

Ebenezer,  536,  121 1, 

Effectual  Calling — See  Elec- 
tion. 

Effort,  Christian,  625,  628- 
633,  643,  652,  853,  1038, 
1057,  1091. 

Election — SeeGod,  Decreesof. 

Encouragements — See  Chris- 
tians, Encouragements  of. 

Energy — See  Effort,  Zeal. 

Erection  of  Churches  —  See 
Dedicating  Places  of 
Worship. 

Espousals  to  Christ  —  See 
Faith,  Confession  of. 

Eternal  Life — See  Life. 

Eternal  Punishment  —  See 
Future  Punishment. 

Eternity,  76,  462,  131 8,  1323, 

1.334.  i337-i364. 
Evening,    1026,    1187,    1200, 
1210,    1211,    1214,   1216, 
1217,    1222-1224,    1228- 
1244,  1246,  1248,  1249. 
Of  Lord's  Day — See  Lord's 

Day. 
Of  Life,  1024. 
Exaltation    of    Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Example : 

Of  Christ— See  Christ. 
Of  Christians— See  Chris- 
tians. 


INDEX     OF    SUBJECTS. 


389 


Expostulation,  410,  413,  416, 
420,  422-425,  428,  431, 
439,  448,  497,  946. 

Faint  Heartedness,  645, 

651,  655. 
Faith,  496-526. 

Aspiration  of,  500,  728,  729, 

919,  920. 
Assurance  of,  501-508. 
Blessedness  of,  521. 
Confession  of,  872-880. 
Gift  of  God,  601,  603,  604. 
Justification  by,  234,  496- 

499,  526. 
Prayer  tor,  784,  1016. 
Prayer  of,  525. 
Triumph  of,  701. 
Walking  by,  656,  919,  920. 
Faithfulness    of    God  —  See 

God. 
Fall  of  Man — See  Depravity. 
Family,  1169,  1171. 
Family  Worship,  1 168-1249. 
Fast  Days,  11 56,  1160-1164. 
Father,  God  our— See  God. 
Fearfulness  —  See       Faint 

Heartedness. 
Feast : 

Gospel — See  Gospel  Feast. 
Sacramental — See    Lord's 
Supper. 
Festivals    and    Fasts,    1149- 

1168. 
Filial  Yearning,  723-725,  749. 
Forbearance,    Divine  —  See 

God,  Forbearance  of. 
Forefathers'  Day,  11 57,  1158, 

1 162. 

For  Those  at  Sea,  1 142-1 148. 

Following   Christ,    626,   627, 

629,  649,  651-654,  659- 

670,  1047. 

Following    hard    after   God, 

734-737- 

Forgiveness  of  Sin — See  Par- 
don Found. 

Foreign  Missions — See  Mis- 
sions. 

Formality,  359. 

Forsaking  all  for  Christ  — 
See  Renouncing  all  for 
Christ. 

Fountain  : 

Of  Blood,    242,    253,    254, 

501. 
Of  Living  Water,  446,  447, 
831,  895,  896,  1 1 29. 


Foundation   of   Hope  —  See 

Christ,     Hope    of    His 

People. 
Frailty  of  Man  —  See   Life, 

Brevity  of. 
Free  Salvation,  237,  253,  408- 

450,  472,  497,  520,  536, 

587,  600. 
Friend  of  Sinners— See  Christ. 
Friends,  Burial  of — See  Fune- 
ral Hymns. 
Glorified,    916,    917,    1240, 

r3ii,  1327. 
Fruits  of  Grace,  621,  749. 
Fulness  of  Grace,  408-450. 
Funeral   Hymns,   1272,  1307, 

1316,   '1319-1321,    1324, 

1327. 
Future  Punishment,  423,  462 

— See  "Judgment  Day. 

Gentleness,  1382. 
Gethsemane,  220,  223-226. 
Gloria  in  Excelsis,  25,  71. 
Glorified  Saints— See  Saints, 

Glorified. 
Glory : 

Of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Of  God — See  God. 
Glorying  in    the   Cross — See 

Cross. 
God,  1-144. 
Abode  of,  19. 
All  in  all,  92,  754. 
All-Seeing,  95. 
All  Things  present  to,  33. 
Almighty--SeeCw;/z^/tv?/. 
Attributes    of,    27,   JJ,   93, 

102,  106,  140. 
Being  of,  63,  115,  403. 
Calling  yet,  477. 
Communion  with,  722,  738- 
740,   748,   749,  754,  810, 
813,  815,  1213. 
Compassion  of,  87,  88,  89, 

131,  135,  141,  142. 
Condescension  of,  78,  106, 

137- 
Covenant  Keeping,  787. 
Creator,  4,  39,  40,  55,  56, 

58,  63,  79,  103,  105,  129, 

133,  827. 
Decrees  of,  115,  116,  123. 
Eternal,  27,  74,  76,  yj,  108. 
Faithfulness  of,  42,  96,  1 20, 

794- 
Father,  41,77,  91,  543,  547, 
723,  787,  826. 


God: 

P'orbcarance    of,    87,   471, 

690. 
Glory  of,  13,  15,  16,  17,  63, 

64,  67,  75,  112,  136,  403. 
Goodness  of,  4,  60,  107, 131, 

143,  153,  460. 
Grace  of,   36,    52,  81,  104, 

105. 
Greatness  of,  102,  134,  137. 
Guardian,  82,  118,  119. 
Guide,  18,  43,  82,  119,  139, 

660. 
Helper,  74,  634,  635,  74S. 
Holiness  of,  6,   12,  14,  15, 

61,  70,  144,  1416. 
Immutable—See  UncJiange- 

able. 
Incarnate,  30. 
Incomprehensible,  102,  116, 

117,  123. 
Indwelling  of,  7,  26. 
Infinite,  76. 
In   Nature,  39,  40,  51,  53, 

63,  66,  67,  1 12,  129,  133, 

398,  403,  406,  1252. 
Jehovah,  8,  41,  45. 
Judge,  1275  —  See    Christ, 

Judge. 
Justice  of,  123,  140,  141. 
King — See  Sovereign. 
Kingdom  of,  101. 
Light  of  his  Saints,  131 2. 
Love    of,    38,    54,    55,   135, 

347,  723,  832,  1 199,  1200. 
Majesty  cf,  45,  49,  56,  93, 

113,  128,  134,  136. 
Mercy  of,   49,    56,    81,  91, 

120,  135,  140,  141,  143. 
Mercies  of,  Recounted,  90, 

778. 
Mysterious,  19,  27,116,  117, 

123. 
Omnipotent,  109,  113,  138, 
Omnipresent,   92,   94,   130, 

753.  I2I3- 

Omniscient,  33,  127,  130. 

Patience  of — See  Forbear- 
ance of. 

Perfections  of,  106. 

Pity   of — See  Compassion 

Praise  to — See  Praise. 
Prayer  Hearing.  456,  466, 

525,  826,  986. 
Preserver,  43,  786. 
Presence  of,  94,  139,   984, 

987,  992,  997,  1226. 


390 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


God: 

Promises  of,  42. 
Providence  of,  63,  64,  81, 

104,  133- 
Purposes  of-See  Decrees  of  . 
Reconciled,  513. 
Refuge,  1,  43,  121,  764-766. 
Ruler,  39,  40,  41. 
Saviour,  555,  714,  716. 
Safety  in,  44,  96,  in,  121, 

142,  777,  789. 
Shepherd,   82,   84,   85,   98, 

710. 
Source  of  Blessing,  87,  1 14, 

124,  140. 
Sovereign,  41,    58,    59,  60, 

101,   108,   no,  128,  138, 

797- 
Stronghold,  1,  45,  121. 
Supreme,  2,  48,  76, 1 1 5,  797. 
Triune — See  Trinity. 
Trust  in — See  Trust. 
Truth  of,  4,  42,  48,  50,  52, 

104,  135,  709,  1023,  1227, 

1386. 
Unchangeable,  48,  53,  73, 

74,  76,  100,  101. 
Unsearchable,  21,  1 16,  117, 

123. 
Watchful  Care  of,  44,  65, 

86,  87,  99,  100,  118,  132, 

773.  803. 
Wisdom  of,  41,  54,  62,  112, 

123,  127,  129. 
Works  of,  40,  41,  56,  60,  63, 

73,  81,  105,  106,  108,  112, 

129,  133.  398- 
Worshipped,  46-48,  61,  93, 

97.  107,  144- 
Good  Works,  400,  621,  889. 
Good  Tidings,  1128,  11 34. 
Gospel : 

Banner,  1 101,  1123. 
Excellency    of,    403,    405, 

851,  1227. 
Feast,  408,  426,  427,  433, 

441,  446,448. 
Freeness  of,  408 — 450. 
Fulness  of,  408,  411,  432, 

433.  434.  446. 
Invitations,   408-420,  426- 

429,  43I-45°- 
Message,    420,    436,    1093, 

1094. 
Power  of,  465,  1088. 
Reception  of,  476,  477,  486, 

494-496,    509-512,    520- 

524,  527-609. 


Gospel : 

Rejection  of,  416,  423,  425, 
428. 

Spread  of,  1 102,  1 103,  1 106, 
1 1 38  —  See  also  Mis- 
sions, and  Kingdom  of 
Christ,  Progress  of. 

Success  of,  858. 

Triumph  of,  11 13,  n  15, 
1 1 16,  1121,  1 122,  1132  — 
See  also  Missions,  and 
Kingdom  of  Christ,  Pro- 
gress of. 

Trumpet,  438. 
Grace : 

Aspiration  for  Divine  — 
See  Aspirations. 

Converting,  344,  350,  352, 
359.  363.  3°4>  366,  369, 
37o,  378,  381,  528,  600, 
603,  604. 

Free,  408-450,  520,  536, 
584,  600. 

Justifying,  498,  499,  523, 
535,  604,  889,  892. 

Miracle  of,  533. 

Quickening,  343,  344,  350, 
359,  361,  365,  379-381. 

Renewing,  344,  381,  561, 
602,  1075. 

Restoring,  359,  381,  699. 

Reviving,  343,  349,  352, 
359,  362,  381,849. 

Sanctifying,  344,  352,  361, 
365,  366,  369,  370,  384, 
605. 

Saving,  584,  588,  600,  604. 

Sovereign,    540,  600,   603- 
605. 
Graces,   Christian,  1040 — See 

Faith,  Hope,  and  Love. 
Gratitude,  536-556. 
Grave,  421,  665,   13 10,  1321- 

1327,  1329,  1333. 
Grieving     the     Spirit  —  See 

Holy  Spirit. 
Growth  in  Grace,    198,   200, 
621,  624,  704,  726,  751, 
811,  822,  823,  979. 
Guest,  Divine,  241,  428. 
Guidance,  Divine,  18,  8e,  84, 

85.  98.  353.366,405.407. 

662,  709,  710,  759,  1 172, 

1191. 
Guiding  Star,  190,  192,  193. 
Guilt — See  Sin. 

Hallelujahs,  51,  78,  182, 


311,  332, 537, 1121,1241, 
1192,  1318,  1393. 

Happiness,  521,  527-535,603, 

759,  872,  982,  1387. 
Hardness  of  Heart,  483. 
Harvest,    Spiritual,  853,  857. 
1091,  1155. 
Temporal,     1 1  5  5,      1 1 67  — 
See  Thanksgiving. 
Hearing  the  Word,  946,  953, 
962-965,  974,  978,   1015, 
1022. 
Heart : 

Change  of — See  Regenera- 
tion. 
Clean,  352,  741. 
Contrite,  480-482,  511,  741. 
New — See  Regeneration. 
Searching  of,  94,   95,  478, 

678,  704,  1309. 
Stony,  483. 

Surrender  of,  1 52,  477,  480, 
496.   509,   510,    512,    522, 
538,  610,  910. 
Vile,  524,  690. 
Heathen,  1082,   1103. 
Heaven,  1365-1416. 

Anticipated,  657,658,  717- 
719,  769,  1265,  1285- 
1288,    1344,    1 37 1,    1399- 

1403,  1406-1415. 
Blessedness    of,    730,    731, 

1312,    1313,    1383,    1389, 

1404,  1405. 

Christ    There,    1384,   1385, 

!394-i398.  M07,  1415- 
Friends' There,  131 1,  1381. 
Home,    1314,    1334,     1336, 

1344,   1372,    1373,   1375- 

I379-    1387,    1388,   1403, 

1410-1413. 
Holiness  of,  1374. 
Longed   for — See  Longing 

for  Heaven. 
Nearness  to,   1375,  141 2. 
Praise  of,  1385,  1386,  1392- 

1398. 
Prospect     of,     611,     1365, 

1367,  1370,  1380. 
Rest   of,   769,    1382,    1401, 

1408,  1409,  1 41 4. 
Society  of,  1365-1369,1381. 
Security  of,  1 373- 
Songs  of,  730,    1366,   1367, 

1 391,  1407. 
Treasure  in,  1048. 
Worship  0^1390,1391,1398, 

1416. 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


391 


Heavens,  Starry,  406. 
Heavenly  Race,  648,  655. 
Heirship  of  Saints,  723,  1403. 
Hell  —  See    Future    Punish-  ■ 

ineni. 
Heralds  of  the    Gospel,  851,  j 

noo,  1 1 28,  1 1 34. 
Hiding  Place — See  Christ. 
High  Priest — See  Christ. 
Hoiiness — See   God,  Heaven, 

and  Saints. 
Holy  Scriptures — See  Bible.    ' 
Holy  Spirit,  339~385- 

Absence    of,  351,  359— See 

Declensions. 
Baptism  of,  912,  1067. 
Comforter,    358,    362,    370, 

375,  382,  383. 
Descent   of,   339-3+2,    344, 

348,  349,  372. 
Divine,  3+3,  349,  362,  363, 
369.  370,  372,  376,  381, 
384- 
Earnest  of,  355,   356,  364, 

367.  369- 
Enlightener,  353,  360,  370, 

375-  376,  382. 
Fruits  of,  352,  353,  352,  377. 
Grieved,  414,  425,  450,  470. 
Indwelling,   348,  355,    360, 

367.  373,  379>  3S5- 
Infiuences  oi,  340,  356,  361- 

363,  368-370,  372,  374. 
Inspirer,  379-381,  388. 
Invoked,  343-3+7,  349-352, 

354,    355-357,    359-385, 

470,  475-849-  io57,  1130. 
Leadings  of,  353,  365,  383. 
Refining,  350,  361-353.  365, 

384. 
Rejoicing  in,  339,  3+4,  358, 

37i- 
Regenerating,     340,     360- 

363-  365,  381,  1075. 
Sought,  826. 

Striving,  354,  425,  442,  470. 
Teachings  of,  344,  364,  377, 

380. 
Witnessing,   355,  356,  360, 

361,  367,  369,  3S5. 
Home  —  See     Family,     and 

Heaven. 
Home  Missions,   1064,  11 10. 
Hope,  Aspiration  of,  444,  507, 

609,   622,   627,  648,  651,  ! 

655,  691,  723,   726,   730- 

733-  919,  920,  1276,  1314, 

1315,  1344,  1403,  1406. 


Hope :  I 

In  Affliction,  434-437,  692, 
694,  695,  697,  769,  774, 
1279,  1282,  1298-1301. 
In  darkness—See  Spiritual 

Trouble. 
In  Death,  1 284-1 294,  1304, 

1310,  1311,  I3I7-I333- 
In  God,  691-697,  782. 
Of  Heaven  —  See  Heaven 
Anticipated. 
Hosannas,    28,   38,  196,   331, 

939,  969,  973,  996. 
House   of  God  —  See   Sanc- 
tuary. 
Household — See  Family. 
Humanity    of    Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Humble  Service,  11  S3. 
Humiliation  : 

Days  of — See  Fast  Days. 
Of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Humility,    1185  —  See    also 
Calmness. 

IMMANUEL — See  Christ. 

Immortality,  336,  462,  1273, 
1302,  1318,  1325,  1329- 
1 336 — See  also  Heaven. 

Importunity,  525.822,825,981. 

Imputation,  230,  234,  235, 
238,  310,  485,  516,  601, 
791,  889. 

In  the  Depths,  671-680. 

Incarnation — See  Christ. 

Inconstancy,  688,  690. 

Infant  Baptism  —  See  Bap- 
tism. 

Infant  Salvation,  1180,  1194, 
1299-1301. 

Ingratitude,  460,  483,  690. 

Infinity  of  God — See  God. 

Inspiration,  388,  395,  397,  404. 

Installation — See  Pastor,  In- 
stallation of. 

Intercession — See  Christ. 

Invitations  of  the  Gospel — 
See  Gospel. 

Invocation,  2,  3,  26,  343-347, 
938-943>  947,  948,  953- 
954,  956-959,  962,  964, 
965,-  972,  981,  988-993, 
996-999,  1001,1002,1009, 
1010,  1016,  1027,  1028. 

Israel,  in  Captivity,  1059. 
Outcast,  1060. 
Restoration  of,  1108,  1109, 
Salvation  of,  1095. 


Jacob's  Vow,  1172. 
Jehovah — See  God. 
Jerusalem,    1370,    1372,  1377, 

1378,  1410. 
Jesus  is  .Mine,  735-737- 
Jesus    \\  atching    over    Chil- 
dren, 1 1  Si . 
Joining    the    Church  —  See 

Lord's  Supper. 
Joy,  in  Christ,  527-529. 
In  the  Lord,  114,  585,  739, 

740. 
Of  the  Believer,  557,  564, 

607,  712-716,  872. 
Jovous  Trust  in  Christ,  747- 

750,  888,  88q,  890. 
Jubilee,  417,  418,  11 13,  1134, 

1 140,  1 141. 
Judgment  and  Eternity,  1337- 

1364- 
Judgment  Day,  1 337-1 355. 
Justice  of  God — See  God. 
Justification  —  See     Faith, 

yustification  by. 

Kindness  —  See  Brotherly 

Love. 
Kingdom    of    Christ,     1058- 

1141. 
Prayer  for,  838,  1058,  1060, 

1064,    1067-1078,     1 1 12, 

1 1 18. 
Progress      of,     1 079-1 081, 

1085-1088,    1098,     1099, 

1113,    1 1 1 5,    1121,   1131- 

H34- 

Labor — See    Activity,    and 

Christian  1 1  ~ork. 
Lamb  of  God — See  Christ. 
Land  of  Peace,  443. 
Latter  Day,  1 1 07,  1 1 1 1 ,  1 1 1 7, 

1126,  '1133. 
Law  of  God,  386,  393-400. 
And   Gospel,  234,  249,  342. 
Conviction     under  —  See 
Penitence. 
Liberality — See  Charity. 
Life   and  Death,  462,   1264- 

1336. 
Life: 

Brevity  of,  727.  1250,  1251. 
1 26 1,  1268,  1269,  1270, 
1288,  1306,  1375. 
Object  of,  411,  462,  631, 

633,  1306,  1353. 
Solemnity  of,  631,  1268, 
1275,  1345,  1353. 


392 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


Life: 

Uncertainty  of,  1242,  1267, 

1268,  1272,  1345,  1412. 
Vanity  of,  1265,  1269,  1272. 
Light    of    the   World  — See 

Christ. 
Likeness  to  Christ — See  Con- 
formity. 
Litany,  500,  675,  791. 
Little    Things,     1041,     1183, 

1 192,  1 199. 
Little  Travelers,  1184. 
Longing : 

For  Christ,  468,  490,  559, 
589,  689,  732,  733,  736, 

755-  757.  758,  77i. 
For    God,   493,   703,   704- 

706,  734,  749,  811,  817. 
For  Heaven,  658,  659,  717— 

719.    725-727.    730-733. 
1019,    1285-1288,     1314, 
1315,  1361. 
For  Holiness,  741-743,  745, 
746. 
Long    Suffering  —  See    God, 

Forbearance  of. 
Looking  to  Jesus,  337,  615, 

728,  729. 
Lord's    Day,  and    Worship, 
931-1031. 
Delight   in,    932,   935-937, 
939-   942,   949-952,  960, 
961,    966-969,    974-978, 
983,  987,1003,1004,1011, 
1012,  1017. 
Evening,  1007,  1008,  1013, 
1018,    1020,    1021,    1024, 
1026,  1029-1031. 
Morning,  272, 940,  941,944- 

948,  953-959.  97L  972- 
978,  994,  1227. 
Welcomed,    931-934,    938, 
970,  995— See  also  Invo- 
cation, and  Close  of  SerT 
vice. 
Lord's  Prayer,  11 70. 
Lord's  Supper,  881-910. 
Lord  our  Righteousness,  fit. 
Loss,  of  all  Things — See  Re- 
nouncing ail  for  Christ. 
Of  the   Soul — See  Future 
Punishment. 
Lost  State  of  Man— See  De- 
pravity. 
Love  of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Of  God. — See  God. 
Of  Holy  Spirit,   347,    348, 
354.355.357.36o,367,368. 


Love  to  Christ,  545,  547,  548, 

560,563,570,577,593-598. 

To  God,  358,  543,  547,  566, 

738-740,  754. 
To  Saints — See  Brotherly 

Love. 
To  the  Church,  829,  835, 
878,  882. 
Love,  Joy,  Trust,  530-535. 
Loving-kindness,  575,  576. 
Lukevvarmness,  359. 

Majesty   of    Christ  —  See 
Christ. 
Of  God — See  God. 
Man,  Fallen — See  Depravity. 
Mariners — See  Sailors. 
Martyrs,  613,  649,  920,  1365— 

1368,  1404. 
Mediator — See  Christ. 
Mediatorial       Reign  —  See 

Kingdom  of  Christ. 
Meditation,  399,  478,  580,810, 
814,  942,  1231,1232,1279. 
Meekness,  198,  200,  206,  208, 

624,  1 185. 
Mercifulness,  1041,1044,1056. 
Mercy : 
Free,  520. 
Of  God — See  God. 
Seat,    268,    269,    455,    576, 

764,  937,  1000,  1002. 
Sought,  452,  454-458,  461, 
463,  465,  470,  471,  481, 
482,  487,  488,  491,  492. 
Message  of  the  Gospel — See 

Gospel. 
Messiah,  154,  1 139. 
Millenium — See  Latter  Day. 
Ministry,  843-860. 

Commission  of,  843,  851- 

854,  857. 
Christ's  Call  to,  860. 
Convocation   of,   845,   851, 

854,  1 1 14. 
Installation  of—  See  Pastor. 
Ordination  of,  847,  856, 859. 
Prayer  for,  844,  845,  855. 
Ministry  of  Christ-SeeChrist. 
Miracles — See  Christ,  Mira- 
cles of. 
Miracle  of  Grace,  533. 
Mission  of  Christ-SeeCV/rw/. 
Missions,    11 14,    11 19,    1121, 

1 138. 
Missionaries,  856,  1073,  1083, 
1097,    1 100,    1 104,   1 105, 
1 1 20. 


Missionary  Hymn,  11 19. 
Meeting,  1 1 14. 
Work,  Calls  to,  1084,  1089- 
1692. 
Morning,     1 197-1209,     1215, 
1245,  I247- 
Of  Lord's  Day— See  Lord's 
Day. 
Mortality  —  See   Death   and 

Life. 
Mountains,  Three,  249. 
Mystery  of  God's  \bode,  19. 
Of  Providence  —  See  God, 
Mysterious. 

National,  i  i  50,  i  i  52,  i  i  57- 
11 60,  1 1 63- 1 166. 

Nativity     of    Christ   —   See 
Christ,  Birth  of. 

Nature : 

Beauties  of,  39,  40,  63,  66, 

67,  1 12,  129,  406. 
God  seen  in,  39,  40,  51,  53, 
63,  66,  67,  1 12,  129,  133, 
398,  403,  406,  1252. 

Nearness    to    God,    64,   684, 
734,  1029. 
To  Heaven,  719,  727,  1264, 
1288,  1334,  1378,  1412. 

Need  of  God,  1238. 

Of   Salvation — See  Atone- 
ment, Necessaiy. 

Needful,  one  Thing,  422. 

New  Birth  —  See  Regenera- 
tion. 

New   Jerusalem,  1359,   1370, 
1372,  1377,  1378,  1410 

New  Song — See  Song,  New. 

New  Year,  1 256-1 259. 

New  Year's  Eve,  1263. 

Now,  425,  439 — See  Day  of 
Grace. 

Obedience  : 

Of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Of  the  Christian,  58,  521, 
619,  749,  889,  946,  1057, 
1201. 
Offers  of  Grace — See  Pardon, 

Offered. 
Offices  of  Christ — SeeChrist. 
Old  Age,  1295,  1296. 
Omnipotence — See  God. 
Omnipresence — See  God. 
Omniscience — See  God. 
Oneness  with  Christ,  597, 760. 
Onward,  61 1,  638,  639,  640, 
644,  648,  659,  671,  1387. 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


393 


Opening  of  Service — See  In- 
vocation. 

Orainnaces  —  See  Baptism, 
and  Lord's  Supper. 

Ordination — See  Ministry. 

Original  Sin — See  Depravity. 

Oat  of  the  Depths,  695. 

Panoply,  628. 
Paradise,  141 5. 
Pardon  Found,  256,  510,  511, 
516,    517-524,    527,    529, 
531.    533-539-     554-558, 
575-    578,    579,    599-6io, 
7ii,  737- 
Oiifered,  237,  253,  408-450, 

472,  497,  587,  879,  946. 
Sought,   369,  451-493,  522, 
52  5,  675,  690,  707,  979, 
13+5,  1346. 
Parting — See  Close  of  Service. 
Passover,  265,  310,  899. 
Pastor,  Death  of,  1329,  1331. 
Installation     of,    844,    847, 
849-851,  857-859,  1067. 
Prayed  for,  844. 
Sought,  846. 
Welcomed,  848,  851. 
Patient,  1 16,  123. 
Peace,  Christian,  124,  284,  520, 
693,  74.4,  781,  1005,  1006. 
For  the  Troubled,  409,  435, 

437,  443- 
Of  God,  781,  943. 
National,  1150,  11 52,   1160, 

1 163,  1 164,  1 166. 
Peace-Makers,  914,  924. 
Pearl  of  Great  Price,  527,  700. 
Penitence,      451-493  — ■  See 

Pardon  Sought. 
Pentecost,  341,  342,  371. 
Peril,  1 142. 
Perseverance,    543,    641  -656, 

701,  759,  787. 
Pestilence,  1237,  1241. 
Pilgrim  Band,  91 1. 
Pilgrim  Church,  839. 
Pilgrim  Fathers,  1162,  1165. 
Pilgrim's     Prayer,   662,     665, 

658,  669,  670. 
Pilgrim's  Song,  585,  726,1218, 

1264,   1266. 
Pilgrim-Spirit,  5S5,  691,  719, 

725,  728,  729,  1218,  1264, 

1409. 
Pilgrimage,  658-670,713,921, 

1 21 8,    1260,    1264,    1266, 

1330. 

25 


Pity  of  God — See  God,  Com- 
passion of. 
Sought,  783. 
To  the  Poor,  1043- 1046. 
Pleading  with  Jesus,  452, 457, 

517,  518,  598. 
Pleasures,  Worldly — See  Re- 
nouncing all  for  Christ. 
Poor,    Care   for,    1043,  1046, 

1056. 
Praise,  23,  30,  35,  50,  51,  52, 
68,  69,  70,  97,  in,  952, 
980,  1023. 
Calls  to,  1,    53,   57-59,  72, 
79,  80,  83,  103,  607,1251. 
For  Creation,  28. 
"     Deliverance,  142,  537. 
"     Divine  Goodness,  and 

Truth,  4,  52,  537. 
"     Pardoning  Grace,  535, 

540,  982. 
"     Redemption,  28,  167. 
"     Salvation,  9. 
To  Christ,    151,    152,    156, 
168,    169,   207,   214, 
218,   219,    252,   271, 
292,    293,     306-338, 
528,   552,   553,  557- 
592,  608,   609,  899, 
1 1 86. 
"     God,   1,  4,    5,    11,    13, 
15,   24,   25,    26,    33, 
39-43,   71,   97,   387, 
818,  1256,  1386. 
"     the  Creator,  112,  133. 
"       "    Father,  24,  55,  yy, 

125. 
"       "    Son,  149,  196. 

"    Spirit,     344,     362- 
364,  368,  384. 
"       "         nity-See  Trin- 
ity. 
Prayer,   807-825  —  See    also 
Family  Worship. 
Encouragements    to,    823, 

825,  879. 
Hour   ot,    813,    821,    1212, 

1219,  1231. 
Importunity  in,    525,    822, 

825,  981. 
Lord's,  1 1 70. 
Nature  of,  807,  808. 
Power  of,  812,  816,  979. 
For      Baptized     Children, 
865-871. 
"    Comfort,  792,  1282. 
"    Deliverance,  683,  790, 
800. 


Prayer : 

For  Extension  of  Christ's 
Kingdom-See  King- 
dom of  Christ. 

"  Guidance,  18,  662-665, 
668,  669,  770,  795, 
806,  1 191. 

"  Perfect  Peace,  696,761- 
764,  789,  824,. 892. 

"    Revival — See  Rj^raa/. 

"  Union,  912. 
To  Christ,  201,  203,  211, 
238,  240,  243,  494, 
500,  567,  568,  620, 
793-  850,  956-959, 
979,  1029,1 171,1 173, 
1175,  1181,  1187, 
1191,1193,1202,1208, 
1220,  1 241,  1242. 

"    the    Holy    Spirit,    343, 

345-347,   352.   365, 

366,  369,  370,  374, 

378,  849. 

"     "    Trinity,     2,     3,    18, 

29,  31,  954,  1249. 

Preaching — See  Ministry. 

Preciousness  of  Christ — See 

Christ. 
Predestination — See  God,  De- 
crees of. 
Pride — See  Humility. 
Priesthood    of   Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Prince  of  Peace — See  Christ, 
Probation-See  Day  of  Grace. 
Procrastination — See  Deiay. 
Prodigal's  Welcome,  498. 
Profession,     785,     863,     864, 

872-880. 
Progress,      Christian  —  See 

Growth  in  Grace. 
Of  Christ's  Kingdom — See 

Kingdom  of  Christ. 
Promised   Land,    1264,    1 3 1 3, 

1376,  1402,  1405,  141  5. 
Promises,  42,  709. 
Prophecy,  332,  404. 
Providence  ^See  God,  Proz'i- 

dence  of. 
Punishment,     Future  —  See 

Future  Punishment. 
Pure  in  Heart,  741,  756. 
Purposes  of  God — See  God, 

Decrees  of. 

Race,  Christian,  648-657. 
Ransom  —  See  Christ,  Ran- 
som. 


394 


INDEX     OF    SUBJECTS. 


Reconciliation — See  Pardon 

Found. 
Redeeming  Love-See  Christ, 

Love  of. 
Redemption  —  See     Atone- 
ment. 
Refuge — See  Christ,  and  God. 
Regeneration : 

Necessary,   353,   359,   363, 

376,  378,  467,  523. 
Prayed  for,  343,  346,  347, 

349.  35°.  354.  356,  357. 

359.  363.  364.  366,  369, 

37o,  374.  376,  378,  74L 

849. 
Wrought  by  God,  344,  348, 

352,  355.  358,  360,  363, 

380,  385. 
Rejoicing   in    God — See   Joy 

of  the  Believer. 
Remembrance    of    Christ  — 

See  Commemoration. 
Renewed  Consecration,  684- 

690. 
Renouncing    all    for   Christ, 

199,  422,  486,   510,  529, 

538,    558,  610,  614,  878, 

889,  1409. 
Repentance — See  Penitence. 
Resignation,    124,    125,    126, 

761-763,     767-772,    776, 

798,  799,  1 221. 
Resolves  —  See  Renouncing 

all  for  Christ. 
Rest    for   the  Weary  —  See 

Weary,  Rest  for. 
Rest  of  Heaven-See  Heaven. 
Resurrection  : 

Of  Christ — See  Christ. 
Of  Believers,    1285,    1308, 

1310,    131S,    1319,    1321, 

1324-1327,    1333,     1335, 

1338,  1360,  1400. 
Retirement,    478,     810,    814, 

815,  1231,  1232. 
Return  to  God,  431,  471,  473, 

498,  539 — See  also  Par- 
don Sought. 
Revelation,   3,  192,   386-407, 

1085,  1227. 
Revival : 

Hoping  for,  351,1063,1098. 
Prayer  for,  346,  351,  912, 

1062,  1066,  1 135.  • 
Thanksgiving  for,  1136. 
Riches,  245,  486,  726. 
Righteousness    of    Christ  — 

See  Christ. 


Rock  of  Ages — See  Christ. 
Royal  Priesthood-See  Christ, 
Priest. 

Sabbath — See  Lord's  Day. 
Sacraments  —  See   Baptism, 

and  Lord's  Supper. 
Sacrifice,      Vicarious  —  See 

Atonement. 
Safety  in  God,  1237. 
Safety  of  Believers,  765. 
Sailors,  11 42-1 148. 
Saints : 

Blessedness  of,  832,  1365— 

1369. 
Communion  of — See  Com- 
munion. 
Death  of — See  Death. 
Glorified,  730, 731, 733,  919, 
920,  921,  928 — See  also 
Heaven. 
Holiness  of,  621,  744. 
Security  of,  765. 
Union  of,  with  Christ,  720- 

722,  760,  928-930. 
Union  of,  with  Each  Other, 
912-918,   922,   923,   924, 
925,  928. 
Salvation  —  See  Atonement, 

and  Free  Salvation. 
Sanctification  —  See  Growth 

in  Grace. 
Sanctuary  : 

Corner-Stone  Laid,  1032. 
Dedication  of,  1002,  1033- 

1037. 
Love    for,    931-1004,  1011, 
1012,  1017. 
Saviour — See  Christ. 
Scriptures,  Holy — See  Bible. 
Seamen — See  Sailors. 
Seasons,  66,  11 53-1 156,  1167, 

1 2  50-1 263. 
Second  Birth — See  Regenera- 
tion. 
Second    Death — See   Future 

Punishment. 
Security  of  Saints-See  Saints. 
Seeking  God,  86. 
Seed    Time     and     Harvest, 

1255 — See  Seasons. 
Self-Deception,  678,  688,  690. 
Dedication — See  Consecra- 
tion. 
Denial,  245,  486,  622,  624, 

625,  885,  889. 
Renunciation  —  See     Re- 
nouncing all  for  Christ. 


Shepherd  —  See  Christ,   and 

God. 
Showers  of  Grace,  487. 
Sickness,  12 14,  1 279-1 281. 
Sin  : 

Confession    of,   451-493  — 

See  Pardon  Sought. 
Hatred  of,  744-746. 
Original,     467,    496,      061, 

1062. 
Sinai,  249,  523. 
Sinners  Invited   and  Warned 

—See  Pardon  Offered. 
Penitent  — ■  See      Pardon 

Sought. 
Slavery,  1094,  1097,1105,1122. 
Sleep,  1 197,  1 199,  1200,  1204, 

1205,    1210,    121 1,   1222- 

1230,    1234,     1237-1239, 

1 241,  1244,  1249. 
Soldiers,   Christian,  586,  625, 

628,   640,  643,  644,  875, 

1096. 
Soul  of  Man — See  Immortal- 
ity. 
Son  of  God — See  Christ. 
Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 

606. 
Song,  New,  330,  573,  1366. 
Song  of  the  Angels,  158-164, 

166,   170,   176,   185,  194, 

195- 

Sorrow — See  Afftictio?is. 

For  Sin — See  Penitence. 
Sorrowing    Comforted  — -  See 

Comfort. 
Sovereignty  of  God — SeeGod, 

Sovereign. 
Sowing    and    Reaping,    602, 

853,  857,  1048,1054,1091, 

1383- 
Speak  Gently,  1182. 
Spirit — See  Holy  Spirit. 
Spring' — See  Seasons. 
Star  of  Bethlehem,  169,  186, 

187. 
Star    of  the    East,   174,  175, 

183,  190,  192,  193. 
Starry  Heavens,  406. 
Steadfastness — See  Pcrsr.rr- 

ance. 
Still  with  Thee,   121 3,  1226. 
Storms,  56,  109,  113,  128,138, 

143- 
Strength  as   our   Days,    680, 

762. 
Submission — See  Afflictions, 

and  Resignation. 


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EX    OF 


SUBJ 


ECTS. 


395 


Substitution  —  See     Atone- 
ment. 
Sufficiency   of    Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Sufferings    of    Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Suffering  with    Christ  —  See 

Martyrs. 
Summer — See  Seasons. 
Sun  of  Righteousness  —  See 

Christ. 
Supper,  Lord's,  881-910. 
Supremacy  of  God — See  God. 
Surety — See  Christ. 
Surrender,  241,  509,  510,  522, 

538,  541. 
"Sweet  Will  of  God,"  126. 
Sweet  Subjection,  512, 
Sympathy   of    Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Christian  —  See  Brotherly 

Love. 

Table,  Lord's — See  Lord's 

Supper. 
Tabor,  249. 
Teacher,    the    Great  —  See 

Christ. 
Te  Deum  Laudamus,  5,11,  24. 
Temptation,  8oo — See  Chris- 
tians, Conflicts  of. 
Thankfulness,  100,  1205,1256. 
Thanksgiving,  57,  1149-1159, 

1 162,  1 167. 
Throne  of  Grace,   761,   809, 

823. 
Thy  Kingdom  Come,  1058- 

1 141. 
Thy  Will  be  Done,  1221. 
Time  —  See    Death,    Life, 

Year. 
Times    and    Seasons,    1250- 

1263. 
Titles  ot  Christ — See  Christ, 

Names  of. 
To-Day,  414,  425,  439,  450, 

946. 
To-Morrow,  450,  1267. 
Transfiguration,  213. 
Trials — See  Afflictions. 
Tribulation — See  Afflictio?is. 
Trinity  : 

Adoration  of,  6,  7,  10,  12, 

32,  1416. 
Invocation  of,  2,  3. 
Praise  to,  2,  9,  10,  14,  16, 

17,  20,  22,  28,  30,  34,  36, 

37,  38. 


Trinity  : 

Worship  of,  8,16,  27, 29,954. 
Prayer  to — See  Prayer. 
Triumphal  Entry,  217-219. 
Trust  in  Christ,  276,  288,  289, 
319,    530,    591,    697-712, 
747.  75°.  759.  76o,  794. 
In  God,  44,  122,  124,  125, 
127,  634,  635,  674,  779, 
797,  803-806. 
In    Providence,    775,    779- 
790,  1297. 
Truth  of  God — See  God. 
Trumpet,    Gospel,   417,   418, 
438,  446. 
Judgment,  1 338-1 341, 1346- 
1350,    1352-1354,     1360, 
1362. 

Unseen  but  Loved,  530. 
Unchangeableness  of  God — 

See  God. 
Union  of  Saints — See  Saints. 
Unsearchableness    of  God — 

See  God. 

Vanity  of  Life — See  Life. 
Victory  of  Believers,  1388 — 

See  Warfare. 
Of    Christ  —  See    Christ, 

Conqueror. 
Vows  to  God,  626,  785,  864, 

872-874,  880. 

Waiting  on  God,  751,1050. 
Walking  with  God,  684. 
Wandering-See  Backsliding. 
Wanderer  Invited,  431,  472. 

Restored,  456,  539,  690. 
Warfare,  Christian,  586,  625- 

654. 
Warnings,  41 1,  413,  414,  416, 

421-426,  428. 
Watchfulness,  614,  630,  631, 

632,  653,  751,  854,  894, 

1343.  I345-  1353- 

Watching  and  Praying,  751, 
819,  894. 

Watchmen,  174,  851,  852, 
854,  859. 

Waters  of  Life-See  Fountain. 

Way  of  Salvation — See  Free 
Salvation,  and  Atone- 
ment. 

Way  to  God,  554,  585. 

Way  to  Zion,  627. 

Way,  Truth,  and  Life — See 
Christ. 


Wealth — See  Riches. 

Use  of — See  Charity. 
Weary,  Rest  for  the,  432, 436, 
437,  472,  476,  599,  1408, 
1409,  1414. 
Welcome  to  the,  415,  419, 
429. 
Wedding  Hymn,  1168. 
Weeping,  459,  602,857,1091, 

1383. 
Winter — See  Seasons. 
Wisdom  —  See     God,     and 

Christ. 
Witness — See  Holy  Spirit. 
Witnesses,  Cloud  of,  644,  648. 
Word  of  God — See  Bible. 
Works  of  God — See  God. 
Working    in    the    Vineyard, 

1 192. 
Working   and   Giving,  1038- 

1057. 
World  Renounced — See  Re- 
nouncing all  for  Christ. 
Worship,  8. 

Call  to,  46,  58,  181. 

Cheerful,  47. 

Delight  in,  107,  149,  942— 

See  also  Lord's  Day. 
Family — See  Family  Wor- 
ship. 
Public — See  Lord's  Day. 
Universal,  986. 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  292,293. 
Wrath  of  God — See  Future 
Punishment. 

Year  : 

Beginning — See  New  Year. 
Close,  1262,  1263. 
Of  Jubilee,  417,  418,  11 13, 
1 1 34,  1 140,  1 141. 
Yielding  to   Christ,  451-512, 
522,   538,   539,   541,  767, 
768,  770,  771.  874,  880. 
Yoke  of  Christ,  429,  512. 

Zeal,  590,  592,  593,  611,  625 
626,631,  648,651,655,920. 
Zion — See  also  Church. 

City  of  God,  831,  840. 

Enlarged,  1099,  1102,  1103, 

1 137. 

Favored  Hour  of,  1068. 
Highway  to,  627. 
Prayer  for,  1058. 
Rejoicing,  1065,1126-1129 
Restored,  1 109,  n  16. 
Secure,  834. 


396 


Tndex    of    Fip^t    Lines. 


HYMN. 

A  BROKEN  heart,  my  God,  my  King.     480 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 63 1 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 1266 

A  little  child  the  Saviour  came 866 

A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world..  199 
A  safe  stronghold  our  God  is  still..  —  842 
Abide  with  me:   fast  falls  the  eventide   1024 

According  to  Thy  gracious  Avord 905 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 97 1 

Ah,  what  avails  my  strife 509 

Alas,  and  did  my  'Saviour  bleed 230 

All  hail,  incarnate  God 1087 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 329 

All  is  dying;  hearts  are  breaking 1306 

All  is  o'er,  the  pain,  the  sorrow 259 

All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices 163 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 46 

All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord 184 

All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night   1222 

All  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt 601 

All  things  are  ready,  Come 441 

All  ye  Gentiles,  praise  the  Lord 72 

Almighty  Father  of  mankind 1297 

Almighty  God  of  love 1073 

Almighty  God,  to-night 1229 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us 667 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 625 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound.      600 

Amplest  grace  in  Thee  I  find 191 

And  can  I  yet  delay 510 

And  is  the  time  approaching 930 

And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest ,    1414 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 137 1 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 486 

And  must  this  body  die 1271 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 1354 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 181 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung 195 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away 263 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 940 

Another  year,  another  year 1 258 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat. . .     455 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 513 

Arise,  my  tendcrcst  thoughts,  arise...    1061 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 1036 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake 1069 


HYMN. 

Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord  875 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven.  1 194 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 436 

[  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again 1323 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams.  687 

As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be 680 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 719 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 190 

Ascend  Thy  throne,  almighty  King..  11 18 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 578 

Asleep  in  Jesus:  blessed  sleep 1292 

Assembled  at  Thy  great  command 1 1 14 

At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set 1214 

At  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 519 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 899 

At  Thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord. .  885 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 606 

Awake,  awake,  O  Zion 1 133 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 1 197 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 575 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes. . . .  653 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve. .  648 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls 948 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears 655 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes.  125  1 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 523 

Awhile  in  spirit,  Lord,  to  Thee 201 

Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the. .  841 

Be  Thou,  O  God,  exalted  high 134 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 48 

Behold,  a  stranger 's  at  the  door 428 

Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive. .  202 

Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh 1343 

Behold,  the  day  is  come. 1355 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 326 

Behold  the  man  !  How  glorious  He. . .  221 

Behold,  the  morning  sun 1227 

Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord. ...  1 107 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 231 

Behold,  the  shade  of  night 12 15 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 823 

Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 1284 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 723 

Behold,  where,  in  the  Friend  of  man.  198 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head. . .  1272 


index  of  :::.:?  lines. 


hvmnV 

Bethlehem,  of  noblest  cities 169 

Beyond  the  glittering  starry  skies 295 

Bless  God,  my  soul;  Thou,  Lord,  alone  136 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 97 

Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace 550 

Blessed  Jesus,  ere  we  part 551 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love 590 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 756 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 1 169 

Blest  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 918 

Blest  be  the  Father,  and  His  love 20 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 925 

Blest  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord 507 

Blest  Comforter  Divine 354 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm, 966 

Blest  hour,  when  mortal  man  retires. .  813 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion 832 

Blest  is  the  man,  whose  spirit  shares. .  1043 

Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning  973 

Blest  Trinity,  from  mortal  sight 10 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 417 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed 898 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken.  893 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian 671 

'Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 646 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 1375 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn 171 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God..  151 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led. .  192 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the. .  183 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 168 

Brother,  now  thy  toils  are  o'er ....  1308 

Brother,  though  from  yonder  sky 1307 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 1 176 

By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 520 

CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation 1237 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  763 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night .  159 

Calmer  of  the  troubled  heart 1006 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters 1054 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 794 

Cheer  up,  desponding  soul 772 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 450 

Children  of  light,  arise  and  shine ^37 

Children  of  the  Heavenly  King 585 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  mc 682 

Christ  and  His  cross  are  all  our  theme  S58 

Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored 1 156 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sins 1086 


397 

Hymn. 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  foundation. . .  833 

Christ  is  our  Corner-stone 820 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 549 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  again 265 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day,  Our.  264 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day,  Sons.  260 

Christ  to  heaven  is  gone  before ^^2 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 958 

Cling  to  the  mighty  One 674 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  Cod 293 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 821 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  cf  light.  364 

Come, dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell.  990 

Come,  divine  Emmanuel,  come 1 135 

Come,  every  pious  heart. 180 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your. . .  449 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 429 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quickening  fire  379 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 374 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire. .  380 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind 365 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Let  Thy..  .  352 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  With  energy  350 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove. . .  366 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,heavenly  Dove,  With  359 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  484 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord —  876 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 838 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 946 

Come,  let  us  anew 1259 

Come,  let  us  anew 1 260 

Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise- . .  324 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. .  330 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above. . .  916 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 322 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs. .  573 

Come,  let  us  to  the  Lord,  our  God. . .  685 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 1358 

Come,  my  Redeemer,  come 494 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 979 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest 362 

Come,  O  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 112 

Come,  O  promised  Comforter 375 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress 638 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above S49 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 415 

Come  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. . .  336 

Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lies. .  257 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast.  —  426 

Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad jo 


398 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN. 

Come,  take  His  offers  now 440 

Come,  Thou  almighty  King 2 

Come,  Thou  everlasting  Spirit 345 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. .  536 

Come,  Thou*  long-expected  Jesus 165 

Come,  Thou  soul-transforming  Spirit.  965 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 253 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace 443 

Come  unto  me,  when  shadows  darkly.  437 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 607 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distrcst. .  432 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye. . .  434 

Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem..  308 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched.  419 

Come,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord 433 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 1 155 

Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come 472 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 775 

Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside. .  566. 

Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 384 

Cross,  reproach,  and  tribulation 613 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 296 

Daily,  daily  sing  the  praises 1390 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy —  1127 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 1 108 

Day  divine,  when  sudden  streaming. . .  348 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders 1341 

Day  of  wrath,  O  day  of  mourning —  1349 

Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 1243 

Dayspring  of  eternity 1027 

Dear  as  Thou  wert,  and  justly  dear. . .  1283 

Dear  Friend,  whose  presence  in  the. . .  1 173 

Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me 945 

Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side 1 1 8 1 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine 512 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 764 

Dear  Saviour,  I  am  Thine 720 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should.  .  867 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 321 

Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now 1277 

Deathless  spirit,  now  arise 13  17 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 471 

Descend  from  heaven,  Immortal  Dove  1397 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 459 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord. . .  1015 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord 593 

Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 476 

Done  is  the  work  that  saves 269 

Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near. .  891 


Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song.  1 235 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 977 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long.  1407 

Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair 580 

Earth,  with  its  dark  and  dreadful  ills. .  1278 

Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us 614 

Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord..  360 

Ere  another  Sabbath's  close 1007 

Ere  earth's  foundations  yet  were  laid. .  705 

Ere  God  had  built  the  mountains 148 

Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched. .  150 

Ere  the  waning  light  decay 1 244 

Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save 1 142 

Eternal  Father,  Thou  hast  said 1 1 13 

Eternal  Father,  when  to  Thee 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy.. .  .* 1256 

Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  light 381 

Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  truth 361 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 363 

Eternal  Wisdom,  Thee  we  praise 129 

Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading 390 

Every  morning  mercies  new 1 24c, 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God 61 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy 735 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is. .  1026 

Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  road.  645 

Fair  shines  the  morning  star 418 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus 582 

Faith,  hope,  and  charity,  these  three.  1040 

Far  as  Thy  name  is  known 836 

Far  down  the  ages  now 839 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 725 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world. . .  942 

Far  from  the  world,  O   Lord,  I  flee...  810 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night  13 13 

Fastened  within  the  veil 692 

Father,  at  Thy  footstool  see 31 

Father,  by  Thy  love  and  power 1249 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 806 

Father,  in  these  reveal  Thy  Son 868 

Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound  8 

Father  of  love,  our  Guide  and  Friend.  779 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  Thine  car.  —  844 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love 91 

Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  house 847 

Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 396 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 36 

Father,  Thine  Elect  who  lovest 17 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES, 


399 


Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine  be  done. . 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Father,  who  didst  fashion  me 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock 

Fear  not,  poor,  weary  one 

Fierce  was  the  wild  billow 

Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  Thy 

Fling  our  the  banner;  let  it  float 

For  all  the  saints,  who  from  their 

For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord 

For  ever  with  the  Lord 

For  me  vouchsafed  the  unspotted 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky. . 
Forth  in  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  I  go. . . 
Forth  to  the  Land  of  promise  bound. 

Forward !  be  our  watchword 

Fount  of  everlasting  love 

fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free. 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 

Friend  after  friend  departs 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. .. 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard 

From  Egypt  lately  come 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows. . 
From  foes  that  would  the  land  devour. 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 

From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling. . . 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high 

From  the  vast  and  veiled  throng 

From  Thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall. . . 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

Gently,  my  Saviour,  let  me  down —  . 

Gird  on  Thy  conquering  sword 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise. . . 
Give  thanks  to  God;    He  reigns  above 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame. . . . 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 

Give  us  room,  that  we  may  dwell 

Glorious  things  of  Thee  are  spoken. . 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. . 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father 

Glory,  glory  everlasting 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  Let  praises 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier 

Go,  labor  on ;  spend  and  be  spent.  — 
Go,  preach  My  gospel,  saith  the  Lord. 


HYMN. 

636 

76l 

29 

634 
805 

673 
652 
1101 
928 
926 

1334 
228 

1376 

1263 
991 

1 20 1 
921 

639 
1136 

702 
1255 
1016 
1311 

5° 

247 

658 

1000 

1 164 

1 1 19 

251 

408 

13 

1384 

665 
1294 
1088 
919 

139 
105 

133 
803 

1099 
831 
7i 
16 
306 
292 
644 

1039 


843 


HYMN'. 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 226 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious 1329 

Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet 189 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God 1097 

God  bless  our  native  land 1 166 

God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear 477 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all 1 1 

God  in  His  earthly  temple  lays 985 

God,  in  the  Gospel  of  His  Son 405 

God  is  in  His  holy  temple 964 

God  is  love;   His  mercy  brighter.:;. ...        54 

God  is  the  name  my  soul  adores 21 

God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints 121 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 116 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 748 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 956 

God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth.  1295 
God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days. . .      1 1  r 

God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call 706 

God  of  that  glorious  gift  of  grace. . . .  865 
God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice. .  1198 
God  of  the  sun-light  hours,  how  sad. .  1018 
God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven..    1217 

God,  the  All-Terrible,  Thou  who 1 163 

Good  news  from  heaven  the  angels. . .      188 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed 749 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 604 

Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 632 

Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  Divine 369 

Gracious  Spirit,  dwell  with  me 2>73 

Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost ^yj 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer 372 

Great  Creator,  who  this  day 954 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift 356 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings. . .  984 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou. ...  76 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim.  1010 
Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth..  1076 
Great  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song.  1224 
Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand  1257 
Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear —  1347 
Great  God,  who  hid  from  mortal  sight     999 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 1 1 12 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 837 

Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame 143 

Great  Shepherd  of  Thine  Israel 1066 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah.  . . .     662 

Ha  1 L,  all  hail,  the  joyful  morn 1 72 

Hail,  everlasting  Spring 5 15 


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INDEX    OF    Fir.ST    LINES. 


Hail,  morning  known  among  the  blest     941  1  lie  lives,  the  Great  Redeemer  lives 
Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus '  533  I  Me  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping. 


Hail,  sacred  truth,  whose  piercing  rays  402 

Hail,  sovereign  Love,  that  first  began.  555 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 2S6 

Hail  the  joyful  day's  return 371 

Hail  the  night,  all  hail  the  morn 173 

Hail,  thou  bright  and  sacred  morn. . . .  955 

Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory. .  912 


He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known. . 
He,  who  once  in  righteous  vengeance . 

Hear,  gracious  God,  a  sinner's  cry 

Hear  my  prayer,  O  heavenly  Father. . 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven 

Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast. . . 

Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent 

Heavenly  Father,  to  Avhose  eye 


Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus 310 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad. .  1 126  j  Heralds  of  creation,  en- 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 1 122   Here  at  Thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 

Hail  to  the  Sabbath  day 938  Here  I  can  firmly  rest 

Hail  to  Thee,  our  risen  King 262   High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 


Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 1232 

Hallelujah  !  best  and  sweetest 1393 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 311 

Hallelujah!  praise  to  God 332 

Hallelujah,  raise,  O  raise 78 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended 1304 

Happy  the  man,  who  knows i°57 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 915 

Happy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay   138S 

Hark,  a  voice  divides  the  sky 13 19 

Hark,  hark,  my  soul:  Angelic  songs. .    1330 

Hark,  hark,  the  notes  of  joy 179 

Hark,  how  the  watchmen  cry 852 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 881 

Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. .     2°7 

Hark,  the  distant  isles  proclaim 1 138 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 155 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing 1 70 

Hark,  the  hosts  of  heaven  are  singing.  166 
Hark,  the  judgment-trumpet  sounding  1339 

Hark,  the  song  cf  jubilee 1 141 

Hark,  the  sound  of  holy  voices 1391 

Hark,  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling 1089 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy. ...     252 

Hark,  what  celestial  sounds 1 76 

Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices...  164 
Hark,  what  mean  those  lamentations.  1090 
Haste, traveller,  haste-!  the  night  comes     424 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 1 139 

Hasten,  Lord,  to  my  release 683 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me 458 

Have  mercy  on  us,  God  most  High. . .  27 
He  comes  in  blood-stained  garments. .  1 196 
He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies. . . .     283 

He  is  gone !  and  we  remain 287 

He  leadeth  me:  O  hjessed  thought. . .     660 


High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes. . . 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine 

Holy  Ghost  that,  promised,  came 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  Be  Thy 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts. 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  God  the  Father 

Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear. . 

Hosanna,  raise  the  pealing  hymn 

Hosanna  to  our  conquering  King 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

How  beauteous  on  the  mountains 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine. 
How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he  dies. 
How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 

How  charming  is  the  place 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of-. 

How  gentle  God's  commands 

How  heavy  is  the  night 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine. . . 

How  lovely  are  Thy  dwellings  fair 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 


HYMh 

284 

1091 

323 

255 

482 

1239 

1322 

479 
410 

795 

79 

903 

543 

1367 
194 
144 

339 

383 

376 

37o 

70 

1416 

12 

14 

32 

475 

382 

1362 

196 

33i 
996 
851 

1 134 
206 

1293 

1404 

747 

272 

937 
975 
709 

773 
605 
S62 
1017 
690 
987 
960 
397 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee . . 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight. 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 

How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds. 
How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile. . 
How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours.. 

How  tender  is  Thy  hand 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies 

How  welcome  was  the  call 

bless  the  Christ  of  God 

did  thee  wrong,  my  God 

give  immortal  praise 

heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 

know  no  life  divided 

know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  And. 
know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  What 
'11  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath.. 

long  to  behold  Him  arrayed 

love  the  volumes  of  Thy  word 

love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 

love  to  steal  awhile  away 

love  to  tell  the  story 

'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger. . . . 

'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord. 

need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 

once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to. 

say  to  all  men  far  and  near 

sec  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall 

send  the  joys  of  earth  away 

sing  the  almighty  power  of  God 

thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 

've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price. 

want  a  principle  within 

was  a  wandering  sheep 

will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure 

will  praise  Thee  every  day 

worship  Thee,  sweet  will  of  God. . . . 
would  love  Thee,  God  and  Father.: 
would  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to. . . 

f  human  kindness  meets  return 

n  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

n  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee. . . . 

n  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire 

n  evil  long  I  took  delight 

n  expectation  sweet 


1049 

394 
901 
914 
820 

5oi 
988 

205 

1270 

581 

774 
1265 
1 168 

506 
768 
37 
599 
760 

319 

282 

4 
733 
386 

835 
1231 
1093 
1218 

623 

757 
711 
274 
227 
553 
133 
703 
5-7 
746 

539 
545 
579 
126 

547 
1285 
904 
626 
94 
574 
256 


n  heavenly  love  abiding 

n  love,  the  Father's  sinless  Child. . . 

n  prayer  together  let  us  fall 

n  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid 

n  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child. 

n  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 

n  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 

n  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 

n  the  vineyard  of  our  Father 

n  Thee  I  put  my  steadfast  trust 

n  this  calm,  impressive  hour 

n  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling.. 

n  time  of  tribulation 

n  us  the  hope  of  glory 

ndulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies. 

nfinite  excellence  is  Thine 

nspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 

s  this  the  kind  return 

s  this  the  Son  of  God 

t  came  upon  the  midnight  clear. . . . 

t  is  not  death  to  die 

t  is  Thy  hand,  my  God 


EHOVAH,  God,  Thy  gracious  power, 
ehovah  reigns;  He  dwells  in  light. . . 
ehovah  reigns;  His  throne  is  high. . 

erusalem,  my  happy  home 

erusalem  the  glorious 

erusalem  the  golden 

esus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 

esus,  be  near  us  when  we  wake 

esus,  blessed  Mediator 

esus  came,  the  heavens  adoring. 

esus,  cast  a  look  on  me 

esus  Christ  is  risen  to-day 

esus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Saviour.. 

esus,  full  of  all  compassion 

esus,  grant  me  this,  I  pray 

esus,  how  sweet  Thy  memory  is. . . . 

esus,  I  live  to  Thee 

esus,  I  love  Thee  evermore , 

esus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name. . . . 

esus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 

esus  is  the  Name  we  treasure 

esus,  Lord  of  Life  eternal 

esus,  Lover  of  my  soul 

esus,  Master,  whose  I  am 

esus,  my  All,  to  Heaven  is  gone 

esus,  my  heart  within  me  burns 

esus,  my  Lord,  attend 


401 

HYMN. 

759 
216 

1161 

1204 
197 

1408 
612 
792 

1 192 
782 

i-47 
962 
641 

1342 
1058 

3°3 

1210 

460 

541 
158 

776 

130 

108 
106 
1372 
1378 
U77 
616 
1208 

1394 
182 
796 
261 

1 188 
492 
883 
572 
721 
577 
563 
610 
546 

309 
676 

592 

554 
560 
696 


402 


INDEX    OF    FIRCT    LINES. 


esus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace. .  1045 

esus,  my  Lord,  my  chief  Delight.  —  700 

esus,  my  Lord,  my  God 804 

esus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all 568 

esus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 1220 

esus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope 751 

esus,  my  Truth,  my  Way 752 

esus,  Name  all  names  above 491 

esus,  once  for  sinners  slain 900 

esus,  one  word  from  Thee 697 

esus,  our  best  beloved  Friend 620 

esus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun. ...  1 1 15 

esus  spreads  His  banner  o'er  us 907 

esus,  still  les.d  on 669 

esus,  Sun  of  righteousness 957 

esus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me 1 1S7 

esus,  the  Christ  of  God 236 

esus,  the  Name  high  over  all 505 

esus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee. . .  469 

esus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 564 

esus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 530 

esus,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness...  485 

esus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend- . .  457 

esus,  Thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 888 

esus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 571 

esus,  transporting  sound 495 

esus,  the  Conqueror,  reigns 279 

esus,  we  bow  before  Thy  throne 1 1 1 7 

esus,  we  look  to  Thee 755 

esus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 1002 

esus,  who  can  be 670 

oin  all  the  glorious  names 514 

oin,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord 387 

oy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 156 

oyful  be  the  hours  to-day 982 

oyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move 1387 

ust  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 496 

ust  as  Thou  art,  without  one  trace. . .  497 

•Ceep  silence,  all  created  things 115 

Cingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong.  49 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears. . .  392 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love.. .  892 

Lamp  of  our  feet,  whereby  we  trace. .  401 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  th' encircling  668 

Lead  on,  almighty  Lord 629 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us. .  . .  iS 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 400 

Let  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy 114 


Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds...  1158 

Let  every  creature  join 59 

Let  every  heart  exulting  beat 214 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 446 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking. 1287 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky 344 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast 584 

Let  them  neglect  Thy  glory,  Lord .  28 

Let  us  awake  our  joys 291 

Let  us  sing,  with  one  accord 1 186 

Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind 81 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. .  529 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 1 109 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 859 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour 1300 

jLife  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 421 

Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates 300 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates. .  152 

Lift  your  eyes  of  faith,  and  see 1369 

Lift  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus.. .  1 131 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart. . .  1077 

Tight  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling.  346 

I  Like  Noah's  weary  dove 444 

\  Like  sheep  we  went  astray 235 

Little  travellers  Z ion-ward 11 84 

! Lo,  God  is  here;  let  us  adore 997 

Lo,  God,  our  God,  has  come 177 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending  1340 

Lo,  He  cometh:   countless  trumpets. .  133S 

Lo,  I  behold  the  scattering  shades 1360 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 1345 

Lo,  the  prisoner  is  released 1320 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears. . . .  1359 

Look  down,  O  Lcrd,  with   pitying  eye  1062 

Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day  1064 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious. .  305 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 624 

J  Lord,  at  Thy  feet  a  sinner  lies 452 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing. . .  963 

;Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side 1 1S5 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night 1205 

J  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 349 

Lord  God,  we  worship  Thee 1 1 50 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine....  874 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin 467 

Lord,  I  have  made  Thy  word  my 393 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessings. .  487 

Lord,  I  know  Thy  grace  is  nigh  me..  518 

Lord,  I  was  blind  !   I  could  not  see. . .  556 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear  972 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 224 

Lord,  in  Thy  Name  Thy  servants 1253 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 1276 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee. . . .  597 

Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion 758 

Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 243 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went.  1046 

Lord,  let  me  know  mine  end 1 269 

Lord,  now  we  part  in  Thy  blest  name.  1014 

Lord  of  all  being  ;  throned  afar 64 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might 10S5 

Lord  of  glory,  who  hast  bought  us. . .  1052 

Lord  of  hosts,  how  bright,  how  fair 983 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 1035 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might 793 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 855 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows. .  1012 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 950 

Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength.  679 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  95 

Lord,  Thou  hast  taught  our  hearts  to.  860 

Lord,  Thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield.  522 

Lord,  Thou  wilt  bring  the  joyful  day. .  1401 

Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray.  1234 

Lord,  Thy  Church  hath  seen  Thee  rise  281 

Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now 981 

Lord,with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee  535 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 51 

Love  Divine,  all  love  excelling 347 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 13 16 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 561  j 

Make  haste,  O  man,  to  live 1 268 

Maker  of  earth,  to  Thee  alone 1364 

Many  woes  had  Christ  endured 223 

Mary  to  her  Saviour's  tomb 270 

Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing *.  22 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations —  1083 

Mercy,  O  Thou  Son  of  David 517 

Messiah,  at  Thy  glad  approach 154 

'Mid  evening  shadows  let  us  all  be. ...  1216 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature.  717 

Mighty  God,  the  First,  the  Last 33 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  Thee.  167 

Millions  within  Thy  courts  have  met. .  103 1 

More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ 736 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 161 

Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 586 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone. |  622 

My  blessed  Saviour,  is  Thy  love 595 


My  country,  'tis  of  thee 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 

My  former  hopes  are  fled 

My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love 

My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art 

My  God,  I  love  Thee :   not  because 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs. 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope 

I  My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name 

My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love 

My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love. . 

My  God,  my  reconciled  God 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love. . . 
My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys. . . 

My  God,  what  monuments  I  see 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right.  . 
My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair. 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt 

My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content. . . 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified. . . . 
My  precious  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Name 

My  Saviour  and  my  King 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend 

My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 

My  soul,  there  is  a  country 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 

My  spirit  longs  for  Thee 

My  spirit,  on  Thy  care 

My  trust  is  in  the  Lord 

Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping. . . 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 

No  change  of  times  shall  ever  shock.. 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more.. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

Not  unto  us,  Almighty  Lord 

Nothing,  either  great  or  small — 


403 

HYMN. 

I  I65 

1264 

ZOO 

728 

464 


77 
596 

52 

12 19 

1296 

125 

102 

754 
740 

358 
814 

86 
787 
738 
120 
619 
718 
767 

1213 
968 
617 

•1072 
750 

I3H 

630 

88 

1380 

633 
771 

777 
44 

250 

734 
1 199 

122 

889 
1302 

341 
1374 

-34 
c6 

r?6 


404 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN-. 

Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 313 1 

Now  be  the  Gospel  banner 1 1 23 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 587 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care 124S 

Now  I  have  found  a  Friend 737 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein  289 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 439 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 328 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime. .  1399 

Now  let  our  voices  join 609 

Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising 254 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God 1 149 

Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright. .  1209 
Now  with  angels  round  the  throne. .  .34,  351 

O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul 87 

O  blessed  feet  of  Jesus 240 

O  blessed  God,  to  Thee  I  raise 818 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 511 

O  Bread  of  Life  from  heaven 896 

O  Bread  to  pilgrims  given 895 

O  Christ,  our  hope,  our  hearts'  deT.e  327 

O  Christ,  our  King,  Creator,  Lord 314 

O  Christ,  the  Lord  of  heaven,  to  Thee  31S 

O  city  of  the  Lord,  begin 1 106 

O  come,  all' ye  faithful,  triumphantly.  162 

O  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile. .  244 

O  come,  leud  anthems  let  us  sing 103 

O  come  to  the  merciful  Saviour  that. .  412 

O  come,  ye  sinners,  to  your  God 433 

O  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day 689 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth. .  5S8 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 931 

O  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone 798 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking. .  1337 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 1081 

O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness. . . .  1080 

O'crwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe 233 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 684 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 784 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 483 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 741 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 299 

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 1398 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 528 

O  for  the  death  of  those J333 

O  for  the  happy  hour 351 

O  gift  of  gifts  !  O  grace  of  faith 603 

O  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand 1162 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 1 172 


0  God  of  sovereign  grace 1074 

O  God,  Thy  power  is  wonderful 75 

0  God,  we  praise  Thee,  and  confess. .  24 

O  God,  who  metest  in  Thy  hand 1 144 

O  great  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  His.  840 

O  had  I,  my  Saviour,  the  wings  of.. . .  1286 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims 713 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice. . .  872 

O  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light. . . .  1396 

O  happy  soul,  that  lives  on  high 744 

O  help  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of  need. .  790 

O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord , 6 

O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  love 357 

O  how  happy  are  1*. . y 521 

O  how  I  love  Thy  holy  law 399 

O  how  shall  I  receive  Thee 149 

O  Jesus,  bruised  and  wounded  sore. . .  887 

1  O  Jesus  Christ,  grow  Thou  in  me. . . .  567 
j  O  Jesus,  Jesus,  dearest  Lord 531 

O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 532 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace 1202 

O  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed 232 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 241 

O  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art 598 

I O  Jesus,  we  adore  Thee 239 

I O  Jesus,  when  I  think  of  Thee 276 

1  O  Lamb  of  God,  still  keep  me 642 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown 1236 

O  Lord,  encouraged  by  Thy  grace...  869 

'  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou  1 53 

'  O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 635 

•  O  Lord,  how  infinite  Thy  love 146 

i  O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 1001 

;  O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee 739 

O  Lord,  impart  Thyself  to  me 742 

•O  Lord  most  High,  Eternal  King .  285 

;  O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil 788 

O  Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea.  1042 

O  Lord,  our  fatheis  oft  have  told 1 157 

O  Lord  our  God,  arise 1071 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King 60 

!  O  Lord,  Thou  art  my  Lord 508 

O  Lord,  Thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope —  141 

JO  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me. .  454 

!  O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace. . . .  207 

O  Lord,  within  Thy  sacred  gate 1009 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art. . .  589 

O  Love,  who  formedst  me  to  wear 886 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 212 

O  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay.  325 


INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 


405 


O  mighty  joy  to  all  our  race 316 

O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem 1370 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 1415 

O  praise  our  God  to-day. 1056 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above 100 

O  sacred  Head,    now  wounded 238 

O  Saviour,  is  Thy  promise  fled 850 

O  Source  divine  and  Life  of  all 65 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 1067 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country 1379 

O,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above 873 

O  that  I  could  forever  dwell 559 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 809 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 468 

O  that  the  Lord's  salvation 1095 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  745 

O  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross. . . .  890 

O  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows  762 

O  Thou  great  Ruler  of  the  sky 1 206 

O  Thou,  great  Teacher  from  the  skies  1047 

O  Thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more —  .  877 

O  Thou  that  nearest  prayer 826 

O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith  525 

O  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry.  466 

O  Thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time. 986 

'  O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight.  704 

O  Thou,  who  by  a  star  didst  guide .  193 

O  Thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear  1282 

O  Thou,  who  lov'st  to  send  relief 1280 

O  Thou,  who,  in  the  olive  shade 1281 

O  Thou,  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye.  780 

O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands  1037 

O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears. . .  456 

O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye.  413 

O  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 976 

O  Unity  of  Threefold  Light 26 

O  very  God  of  very  God 1050 

O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours 1406 

O  what,  if  we  are  Christ's 927 

O  what  stupendous  mercy  shines l°44 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 715 

O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea 210 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 462 

O  why  should  Israel's  sons,  once  blest.  1060 

O  wondrous  type,  O  vision  fair 213 

O  word  of  God  incarnate 407 

O  worship  the  King  all  glorious  above  56 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring 430 

Oft  when 'the  waves  cf  passion  rise.. .  637 

On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry. . .  203 


On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing. . . . 

On  Thy  Church,  O  Power  divine 

On  Zion  and  on  Lebanon 

Once  blind  with  sin  and  self 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong. . 

Once  more,  before  we  part 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day. . . 

One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine 

One  sole  baptismal  sign 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

One  there  is  above  all  others 544 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 

Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed. 

Our  Captain  leads  us  on 

Our  day  of  praise  is  done 

Our  glorious  home  above 

Our  God,  our  God,  Thou  shinest  here 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 

Our  Lord,  who  knows  full  well., 

Our  Saviour  alone,  the  Lord  let  us  bless 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit 

Our  yet  unfinished  story 

Out  of  the  deep  I  call 

Out  of  the  depths  of  woe 


1402 

1128 

959 

I  I  IG 

678 

I022 

I207 

IO4I 

829 

1412 

,  909 

640 

490 

340 

724 

1 02  I 

HI3 
I  I  I  I 

74 
722 
1 1 70 
650 
280 
S25 
335 
913 
127 
463 
695 


Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 1365 

Part  in  peace,  Christ's  life  was  peace.  1005 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour 488 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive. .  435 

People  of  the  living  God 878 

Pilgrim  burdened  with  thy  sin 879 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above 1003 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 147 

Pour  out  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high. . . .  845 

Praise,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits. .  998 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven.  537 

Praise,  O  praise  our  God  and  King. . .  11 53 

Praise  on  Thee  in  Zion's  gates 69 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show 80 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  power  confess. . .  83 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above. 23 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens,  adore. . .  53 

Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation 830 

Praise- the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations 1053 


406 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 
Hymn. 


Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 1 1 54 

Praise  to  God,  who  reigns  above 30 

Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator..  55 

Praises  to  Him,  whose  love  has  given.  9 

Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray 822 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man. .  807 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire C08 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet 45 1 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 237 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers 894 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 338 

Rejoice  to-day  with  one  accord I 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand 1335 

Resting  from  His  work  to-day 258 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 47S 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 1361 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 43 1 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 217 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial 1 125 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 290 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 920 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings.  726 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 499 

Roil  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 1 1 20 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 15 

Safe  Home,  safe  Home  in  port 141 1 

Safely  thro'  another  week 953 

Saints  in  glory,  we  together 553 

Salvation!   O  the  joyful  sound 445 

Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we.  1025 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. .  1241 

Saviour,  happy  would  I  be 591 

Saviour,  I  look  to  Thee 729 

Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead 'us 1 191 

Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations 1078 

Saviour,  through  the  desert  lead  us. . .  663 

Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 675 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding. . .  871 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 425 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed. .  1 1S3 

See,  from  Z ion's  sacred  mountain.  ...  1 129 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires 1098 

See  how  He  loved  !   exclaimed  the. ...  215 

Sec,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands.  .  861 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph  312 

See  what  a  living  stone 939 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 133 1 

Servants  of  God,  in  joyful  lays^^ 137 


Hymn. 

Shall  hymns  of  grateful  love 949 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life. . .  1325 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 1389 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  bend  Thine  ear. .  846 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  from  above 1 175 

Shepherd  of  souls,  refresh  and  bless. .  906 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth 1 193 

Shepherd  of  Thine  Israel,  lead  us 664 

Shine  on  our  land,  Jehovah,  shine 1 159 

Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  Gcd 1 174 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive 465 

Silently  the  shades  of  evening 1240 

Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 552 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high 952 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might 936 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  heart  and  voice  1033 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 145 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand.  917 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 627 

Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts 339 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word 427 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 416 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 420 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 621 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 1008 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 1246 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 628 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 1096 

Something  every  heart  is  loving 548 

Sometimes  alight  surprises 712 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 68 

Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I   cry 500 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far 175 

Sons  of  Zion,  raise  your  songs 271 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say .'  766 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 1070 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 473 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  Thy 106S 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies 797 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad 1084 

Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying 1082 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 853 

Speak  gently:    it  is  better  far 11 82 

Speed  Thy  servants,  Saviour,  speed..  1105 

Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayers 343 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay 13 18 

Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love 368 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold. . . .  1075 

Spirit  of  Truth,  essential  God 3S8 

Spread,  O  spread,  Thou  mighty  word.  391 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


407 


HYMN. 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 57 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears     651 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 643 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary 1 146 

Stay,  Thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 470 

Still,  still  with  Thee,  my  God 1226 

Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below 1 171 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear..    1029 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh 367 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne. . .      248 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 1 2 1 2 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve 1013 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace —  131 
Sweet  is  the  solemn  voice  that  calls. . .  ion 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King.     944 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 935 

Sweet  is  Thy  mercy.  Lord 77S 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 1030 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet 882 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt. . .     686 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 1 152 

Sweet  the  moments..  .See  Chants,  page    381 

Take  mc,  O  my  Father,  take  me 493 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it.  —     910 

Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 611 

Talk  with  me,  Lord :    Thyself  reveal. .      743 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 1242 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King 753 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 138 1 

Tender  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled. .  1303 
Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name —  35 
That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day.  1350 
That  fearful  day,  that  day  of  dread. . .    1352  I 

That  we  might  walk  with  God 353 

Th'  atoning  work  is  done 268 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high.      800 

The  bird  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies 811 

The  Church  has  waited  long 1356 

The  Church's  one  foundation 929  j 

The  dawn  is  sprinkling  in  the  east. . . .  1203  ; 
The  day  is  past  and  gone,  Great  God.  1230 
The  day  is  past  and  gone,  The  evening   1228 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 1020 

The  day  of  rest  once  more  comes  round     993 

The  day  of  resurrection .' . . .     933 

The  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads. .  301 
The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come —  994 
The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice  109 
The  gentle  Saviour  calls 8701 


HYMN. 

The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise 13^6 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 1 107 

The  goodly  land  I  see 1385 

The  happy  morn  is  come 267 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near 857 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with     302 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord.  403 

The  hour  is  come  ;   the  feast  is  spread.  902 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come 1291 

The  long-expected  morn 178 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 12S 

The  Lord  Himself  doth  condescend..  661 

The  Lord  Himself,  the  mighty  Lord. .  132 

The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  His  ways  135 

The  Lord  is  King:   lift  up  thy  voice. .  1 10 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want..  710 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 277 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal.  45 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne.  41 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare ...  98 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 84 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 974 

The  Lord  of  Might  from  Sinai's  brow.  1348 

The  Lord  on  high  ascends 298 

The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might 113 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all 92 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall. .  135 1 

The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place..  222 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 1 132 

The  morning  purples  all  the  sky 273 

The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals.. .  943 

The  people  of  His  choice 693 

The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod 1034 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 89 

The  praying  spirit  breathe S24 

The  Prince  of  salvation  in  triumph  is  11 24 

The  promises  I  sing 42 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined.  157 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn 13 15 

The  royal  banner  is  unfurled 502 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 447 

The  Saviour !   O  what  endless  charms.  503 

The  seeds,  which  piety  and  love 1048 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 649 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 63 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word —  395 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 442 

The  starry  firmament  on  high 406 

The  triumphs  of  the  martyred  saints.  1363 


408 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


The  twilight  foils,  the  night  is  near. . .  1233 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape.  411 

The  wanderer  no  more  will  roam 498 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deeps  209 

The  world  can  neither  give  nor  take. .  781 

The  world  is  very  evil 1 344 

Thee  to  laud  in  songs  divine 980 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord 5 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name 1250 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  and —  570 

There  is  a  blessed  home. .' 769 

There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read. .  398 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray  1373 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. .  501 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light..  —  1 180 

There  is  a  green  hill  far  away 1 179 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 1405 

There  is  a  little  lonely  fold 1 178 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 765 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 812 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace. . .  1383 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 1382 

They  pray  the  best  who  pray  and  watch  819 

They  whose  course  on  earth  is  o'er. . .  922 

Thine  forever  ! — God  of  Love 880 

Thine,  Lord,  is  wisdom,  Thine  alone.  140 

Thine  arm,  O  Lord,  in  days  of  old —  211 

Think,  O  ye,  who  fondly  languish. —  1305 

Think  well  how  Jesus  trusts  Himself. .  594 

This  is  not  my  place  of  resting 1409 

This  is  the  day  of  toil 659 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made. . .  969 

This  place  is  holy  ground 13 10 

This  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay. . . .  1032 

Those  whom  many  a  land  divides.  —  923 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 1327 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 278 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light. . .  66 

Thou  art  the  Way:   to  Thee  alone...  304 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb. . .  562 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose..  569 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 1353 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above 461 

Thou.  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want 677 

Thou  who  art  enthroned  above 1004 

Thou  who  didst  on  Calvary  bleed. . . .  474 

Thou  who  like  the  wind  dost  come —  378 

Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around 1262 

Thou,  whose  almighty  Word 3 


[Though  now  the  nations  sits  beneath. 

i  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three 

Throned  high  is  Jesus  now 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 

j  Through  endless  years,  Thou  art  the. 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's. 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour. 

Through  the  night  of  doubt  and 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 

Thy  glory,  Lord,  the  heavens  declare. 

1  Thy  holy  day's  returning 

Thy  loving-kindness,  Lord,  I  sing. . . . 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord 

Thy  way  is  in  the  deep,  O  Lord 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 

Thy  way,  O  God,  is  in  the  sea 

Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ 

Till  He  come,  O  let  the  words 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

Time,  thou  speedest  on  but  slowly. . . . 

'Tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  see 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

'Tis  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains. . 
"'Tis  finished  !"  so  the  Saviour  cried. 

'Tis  heaven  begun  below 

'Tis  midnight;   and  on  Olive's  brow.. 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 

'Tis  thus  in  solitude  I  roam 

To  Calvary,  Lord,  in  spirit  now 

To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  peace 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 

To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth 

To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose. 

To  God  the  only  wise 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 

To  Him  that  chose  us  first 

To  Jesus,  the  Crown  of  my  hope 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  Thine 

To  spend  one  sacred  day 

To  Thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise 

To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 

To  Thee,  my  God,  whose  presence  nils 
To  Thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord. 

To  Thee.  O  dear,  dear  Saviour 

To  Thee,  O  God,  we  raise 

To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large 

To  Thy  temple  I  repair 

Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow 

Tossed  with  rough  winds,  and  faint. . . 


1 103 
1028 

-97 
142 

73 

1273 

672 

911 

1223 

67 

932 

576 

1023 

789 

770 

117 

516 

897 

727 

1392 
924 
656 
1252 
246 
961 
220 
647 
815 
229 
608 
414 

25 
699 

62 
786 

38 

732 
1267 

951 
218 

714 
783 
565 
716 
1151 
82 
978 

1 147 
708 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN. 

Trembling  before  Thine  awful  Throne  557 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  Thy  head 1 116 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 404 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  884 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 1324 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes 1  iS 

Uphold  me,  Lord,  too  prone  to  stray.  654 

Uplift  the  blood-red  banner 1094 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 43 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 583 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours. .  1238 

Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will. .  123 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 1 140 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 174 

We  are  little  Christian  children 1 189 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 1092 

We  are  on  our  journey  home 1410 

We  bid  thee  welcome,  in  the  name. . .  848 

We  did  not  see  Thee  lifted  high 288 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own 1055 

We  have  a  house  above. .- .-.  1336 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee 1225 

We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  Thee  863 

We're  bound  for  yonder  land 694 

We  sing  His  love  who  once  was  slain.  1326 

We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died.  618 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest. .  731 

We've  no  abiding  city  here 657 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 947 

Welcome,  sweet  day,  of  days  the  best.  995 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 934 

Welcome,  Thou  victor  in  the  strife. . .  294 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer. .  538 

What  a  strange  and  wondrous  story. .  1190 

What  are  these  arrayed  in  white 1368 

What  are  these  in  bright  array 1366 

What  arc  those  soul-reviving  strains. .  219 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 315 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone  208 

What  is  life  ?  'T  is  but  a  vapor 1288 

What  secret  place,  what  distant  star. .  »    19 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 7S5 

What  sinners  value,  I  resign 1400 

What  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright  186 

What,  though  my  frail  eye-lids  refuse.  121 1 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet. . . .  816 
26 


409 

HYMN. 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God 90 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life. .  1274 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view  801 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from. . .  342 

When  God  revealed  His  gracious  name  602 

When  His  salvation  bringing 1 195 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 1403 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 245 

When  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding 534 

When  in  the  hour  of  lonely  woe 802 

When  Israel  of  the  Lord  beloved 119 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 1038 

When  Jesus  left  His  Father's  throne. .  1 177 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still. .  185 

When  languor  and  disease  invade. . . .  1279 

When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere. .  204 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain  187 

When,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I .  1019 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 249 

When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe.  791 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death. . .  1275 

When  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice..  385 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 1121 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise. . .  698 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies  99 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose. . .  967 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 681 

When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,...  1346 

When  thro'  the  torn  sail  the  wild 1 145 

When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest. .  1059 

When  with  a  mind  devoutly  pressed. .  524 

When  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul.  453 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands  3 1 7 

Where  is  my  God?  does  He  retire. ...  817 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord  989 

While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way. . .  1063 

While  in  sweet  communion  feeding. . .  90S 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light..  423 

While  my  Redeemer's  near 85 

While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord. . .  1 160 

While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail.  1143 

While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand. . . .  1290 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks.  160 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power.  124 

While  Thou,  O  my  God,  art  my  Helper  1328 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun. .  1261 

Who  are  these  like  stars  appearing. . .  1395 

Who  are  these  that  come  from  far. ...  1 137 

Who  but  Thou,  almighty  Spirit 1 130 


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INDEX    OP    FIRST    LINES. 


Who  can  forbear  to  sing 540 

Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er 1309 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn?.  701 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. .  1321 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  Thee . . .  688 

Why,  on  the  bending  willows  hung. . .  1065 

Why  should  I  murmur  or  repine 799 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow. .  1298 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King. .  355 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die?.  1289 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares. . .  422 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh. .  481 

With  ecstacy  of  joy 827 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed  101 

With  joy  I  see  a  thousand  charms. ...  1 301 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 970 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 320 

With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth. . .  47 

With  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear. .  93 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud  1254 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 707 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now. . . .  864 

Workman  of  God,  O  lose  not  heart..  105 1 

Wrecked  and  struggling  in  mid-ocean  1148 

Wretched,  helpless,  and  distrest 489 


Ye  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy 

Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem 

\  Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim. . . 
Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell. 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 

Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming 
Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice. . . 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 

Ye  that  in  His  courts  are  found 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man 

Ye  trembling  captives,  hear 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor. . 

Yes,  for  me,  for  me  He  careth 

Yes,  He  knows  the  way  is  dreary 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 


HYMX. 

39 

-75 

1100 

1312 

856 

1299 

107 

334 
854 
409 
242 

438 

40 

448 
666 
615 

1 104 
266 

1079 
691 


Zion,  awake,  thy  strength  renew 1 102 

Zion's  Daughter,  weep  no  more 225 

Zion  stands  by  hills  surrounded 834. 


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PAGE. 

As  the  hart  panteth  after  the  water ....  377 

Baptismal  Chant 381 

Be  Thou  exalted,  O  God,  above  the ...  .  378 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  God  of  Israel 373 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high 373 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son,  372 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son,  373 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son,  375 

God  be  merciful  unto  us,  and  bless  us.  .  374 

God  is  our  refuge  and  strength   377 

Have  mercy  upon  me,  O  God 377 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabbaoth,  380 

How  amiable  are  Thy  tabernacles.    .  . .  379 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto . .  374 

I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me.  ...  371 


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PAGE. 

Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  dwelling. . .  .  379 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord.    374 

O  be  joyful  in  the  Lord,  all  ye  lands ....  372 

O  come,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord 371 

O  God,  Thou  art  my  God 378 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  excellent  is  Thy  375 

O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song 373 

O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song 380 

Praise  the  Lord,  O  my  soul 375 

The  earth  is  the  Lord's,  and  the  fulness  376 

The  heavens  declare  the  glory  of  God . . .  376 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;   I  shall  not  376 

"  Thy  will  be  done  !" 380 

We  praise  Thee,  O  God 372 

Then  will  I  sprinkle  clean  water  ......  38 1 


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NDEX   OF 


A 


TT 


UTHOI^S   OF   TTYMNS. 


Adams,  Rev.  Nehemiah,  440. 

Adams,  Mrs.  Sarah  Flower,  734,  1005. 

Addison,  Joseph,  63,  90,  98,  1275. 

Adolphus,  Gustavus,  634. 

Alderson,  Mrs.,  1052. 

Alexander,  Mrs.   Cecil  Frances,  301,  453,  887,  1082, 

1179,  11S0,  1315. 
Alexander,  Rev.  James  Waddell,  238,  250,  572. 
Albinus,  Rev.  Johann  Georg,  1392. 
Alford,  Rev.  Henry,  639,  921,  1155,  1381. 
Allen,  G.  N.,  622. 
Allen,  Rev.  James,  292. 
Allen,  Rev.  Jonathan,  420. 
Ambrose  of  Milan,  273,  285,  298,  316,  1202,  1244. 
Ambrosian,  327,  1203,  1208. 
Anatolius  of  Constantinople,  673. 
Anstice,  Prof.  Joseph,  635,  1249. 
Auber,   Miss   Harriet,  146,  172,  192,  340,  387,  935,  939, 

970,  1139,  1238. 
Austin,  John,  507. 

Aveling,  Rev.  Thomas  William,  912. 
A.,  S.,  262. 

Bache,  Mrs.  Sarah,  215. 

Bacon,  Rev.  Leonard,  1103,  1140,  1162,  1232. 

Bahnmaisr,  Rev.  Jonathan  Frederic,  391. 

Baker,  Rev.  Francis,  1370. 

Baker,  Rev.   Sir   Henry  Williams,  i,  10,  29,  225,  254, 

463,  537,  769,  8S3,  927,  999,  1056,  1153,  1161,  1168. 
Bakewell,  Rev.  John,  310. 
Ball,  William,  332. 
Bancroft,  Mrs.  Charitie  Lees,  1196. 
Bancroft,  Rev.  James  Henry,  1307. 
Uarbauld,  Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia,  415,  653,  971, 1154, 1293. 
Barton,  Bernard,  401. 
Bateman,  Rev.  Christian  Henry,  551. 
Bathcrst,  Rev.  Wm.  Hiley,  475,  784,  1138,  1175,  1298. 
Baxter,  Rev.  Richard,  1276. 
Beddome,  Rev.  Benjamin,  123,  350,  353.  364,  403,  459,  461, 

486,  508,  700,  807,  844,  864,  1118,  135s. 
Beecher.  Rev.  Charles,  1410. 
Beman,  Rev.  Nathan  Sidney  Smith,  1117,  1339. 
Benedict,  Erastus  Cornelius,  577. 
Bennett,  Henry,  674. 
Benson,  Rfv.  Richard  Meux,  30. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  238,  430,  532,  564,  572,  598,  888. 
Bernard  of  Clunv.  1344,  1375,  1376,  1377,  1378,  1379. 
Berridge,  Rev.  John,  796,  1396. 

Bethune,  Rev.  Geo.  Washington,  276,  351,  1147,  1332. 
Bickersteth,  Rev.  Edward  Henry,  897,  902. 
Blacklock,  Rev.  Thomas,  112. 
Blew,  Rev.  William  John,  1230. 
Boden,  Rev.  James,  293. 
Boehm,  Rev.  Anthony  Wilhelm,  430. 
Uonar,  Rev.  Horatius,  9,  16,  177,  216,  227,  236,  251,  269, 

506,  516,  539,  599,  601,  659,  666,  763,  768,  770,  839, 1039, 

1245,  1260,  1268,  1335,  1356,  135S,  1409. 
Bonar,  Mrs.  Horatius,  735. 

Borthwick,  Miss  Jane,  477,  545,  669,  767, !  94,  930,  937. 
Bowring,  Sir  John,  54,  174,  205,  612. 
Boyce,  Samuel,  438. 
Breviary,  Le  Mans,  29. 
Breviary,  Paris,  1209. 
Breviary,  Roman,  225,  233,  255,  60S,  899. 
Breviary,  Sarum,  213. 
Brewer,  Rnv.  Jehoida,  535. 
Bridges,  Mathew,  290,  296. 


Briggs'  Collection,  443. 

Browne,  Rev.  Moses,  524. 

Brown,  Mrs.  Phcebe  Hinsdale,  820,  1231. 

Browne,  Rev.  Simon,  366,  452,  995,  1016. 

Bruce,  Michael,  154,  317, 1106, 1107, 1172, 1291, 1297, 1323 

Bryant,  William  Cullen,  798,  1037,  1064. 

Bulfinch,  Rev.  Stephen  Greenleaf,  938. 

Burder,  Rev.  George,  882. 

Burder's  Collection,  365. 

Burdsall,  Rev.  Richard,  411. 

Burgess,  Bp.  George,  109,  857,  1143. 

Burnham,  Rev.  Richard,  457. 

Burns,  Rev.  James  Drummond,  474,  1226. 

Burton,  John,  826. 

Burton,  John,  389,  727. 

Buttress,  John,  402. 

Byrom,  John,  771,  772, 

C,  218. 

Cameron,  Rev.  William,  1404. 

Campbell,  Robert,  275,  371,  899. 

Campbell,  Thomas,  185. 

Carlyle,  Thomas,  842. 

Cary,  Miss  Alice,  1278. 

Cary,  Miss  Phcebe,  1412. 

Caswall,  Rev.  Edward,  162,  169,  233,  253,  362,  382,  5321 

564,  596,  598,  608,  1203,  1208,  1243. 
Cawood,  Rev.  John,  164,  1090. 
Cennick,  Rev.  John,  335,  554,  562,  585,  1019,  1338. 
Chambers,  Rev.  John  David,  214. 
Chandler,  Rev.  John,  186,  197,  203,  3*7,  502,  828,  1001, 

1202,  1393. 
Chapman,  Robert  Cleaver,  1314. 
Charles,  Mrs.  Elizabeth,  316,  708. 
Cheever,  Rev.  George  Barrell,  576. 
Chorley,  Henry  Fothergill,  1163. 
Christian  Magazine,  574. 
Clarke,  Rev.  James  Freeman,  1173. 
Clement  of  Alexandria,  1193. 
Cleveland,  Benjamin,  689. 
Codner,  Mrs.  Elizabeth,  487. 
Coffin,  Prof.  Charles,  186,  203,  357,  999,  1364. 
Collins,  Rev.  Henry,  568. 

Collyer,  Rev.  Wm.  Bf.ngo,  424,  431, 1114, 1274,1305,1347. 
conder,  josiah,  34,  69,  7s,  iio,  664,  795,  802,  898,  1394. 
Cook,  Rev.  Russell  Stukgis,  497. 
Cooper,  John,  8. 
Cosin,  Bp.  John,  380. 

Cotterill,  Rev.  Thomas,  5,  344,  361,  405,  10S0. 
Cowper,  William,  116,  148,  395,  464,  501,  579,  647,  684, 

703,  706,  712,  732,  788,  8oo,  810,  816,  881,  1002,  1213. 
Cox,  C  C,  1240. 

Cox,  Miss  Frances  Elizabeth,  580,  1395. 
Coxe,  Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland,  206,  1078,  1092. 
Crabbe,  Rev.  George,  879. 
Croswell,  Rf.v.  William,  1046. 
Cummins,  Rev.  James  J.,  949. 
Cunningham,  Rev.  John  William,  247,  945. 

Dale,  Rev.  Thomas,  1283. 

Dana,  Mrs.  Mary  S.  B.,  1218. 

Davies,  Rev.  Samuel,  381,  874,  1160. 

Deck,  James  George,  207,  597,  642,  776. 

De  Fleury,  Miss  Maria,  730. 

Denham,  Rev.  David,  717. 

Denny,  Sir  Edward,  199,  208,  229,  337,  90',  1077,  136a. 

Dexter,  Rev.  Henry  Martyn,  1193. 


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Index  of    Authors   of    Hymns. 


Dickson,  Rev.  David,  1370. 

Dix,  William  Chatterton,  190. 

Doane,  Br.  George  Washington,  304,  1101,  1246. 

Dobell,  John,  439. 

Dobell's  Collection,  574,  947,  948. 

Doddridge,  Rev.  Philip,  42,  in,  143,  155,  194,  266,  328, 
356,  422,  478,  515.  563,  593,  604,  609,  619,  627,  648,  720, 
722,  773,  787,  827,846,847,849,854,859,861,872,1012, 
1045,  1048,  105S,  1061,  1062,  1088, 1116,  1172,  1174,1251, 
1256,  1257,  1267,  1270,  1290,  1299,  1301,  1312,  1354. 

Downton,  Rev.  Henrv,  1263. 

Dracup,  Rev.  John,  1014. 

Drummond,  Rev.  D.  T.  K.,  1413. 

Dsoimoxd,  Rev.  William  Hamilton,  1041. 

Dryden,  John,  384. 

Duffield,  Rev.  George,  Jr.,  590,  643. 

Duncan,  Mrs.  Mary  Lundie.  1187. 

Dunn,  Prof.  Robinson  Potter,  1302. 

Dwight,  Rev.  John  Sullivan,  1166. 

Dwight,  Rev.  Timothy,  423,  835,  952,  1325. 

East,  Bp.  John,  1373. 

Eastbirn,"Rev.  James  Wallis,  6. 

Edmeston,  James,  18.  702,  967,  1013, 1120,  1121,  1184, 1241. 

Ellerton,  Rev.  John,  1021,  1025. 

Elliott,  Miss  Charlotte,  496,  707,  1219,  1221. 

Elliott,  Mrs.  Julia  Anne,  954,  955. 

Elven,  Rev.  Cornelius,  481. 

Enfield,  Prof.  William,  19S. 

"  Eriphas,"  Evangelical  Magazine,  1130. 

Evans,  Rev.  James  Harrington,  645. 

Evans,  Rev.  Jonathan,  252,  965. 

Faber,  Frederick  William,  27,  75,  77,  126,  244.  341,  di2. 

531,  594,  603,  1030,  1051,  1181,  1330,  1415. 
Fabricius,  Rev.  Jacob,  634. 
Fanch,  Rev.  James,  295. 
Fawcett,  Rev.  John,  55,  117,  303,  397,  925. 
Fitzgerald's  Collection,  1127. 
Flowerdew,  Mrs.  Alice,  1255. 
Ford,  Charles  Lawrence,  614. 
Ford,  Rev.  David  Everard,  1265. 
Fortunatus,  Venantius,  502. 
Francis,  Rev.  Benjamin,  616,  1053. 
Franke,  Rev.  August  Hermann,  679. 
Frank,  Johann,  1150 

Freylinghausen,  Rev.  Joh.ann  Anastasius,  670. 
Fulbert  of  Chartres,  275. 

Gambold,  Bp.  John,  670. 

Ganse,  Rev.  Hervey  Doddridge,  7, 13,  378,  518,  541,697. 

Gaskell,  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Cleghorn,  33. 

Gerhardt,  Rev.  Paul.  149,  163,  238,  543,  571,  775,  803. 

German,  from  the,  173. 

Gibbons,  Rev.  Thomas,  783,  1038,  1044,  1076,  1399. 

Gill,  Thomas  Hornblower,  17,  19J325,  348,  512,  mi. 

Gilmore,  Rev.  J.  H.,  660. 

Goode,  Rev.  William,  281. 

Gotter,  Ludwig  Andreas,  613. 

Gough,  Benjamin,  1094,  1133,  1134. 

Gould,  Rev.  Sabine  Baring,  640,  911,  1390. 

Grant,  Sir  Robert,  56,  406,  675,  801. 

Greek,  Sabbath  Hymn-Book,  818. 

Gregory  the  Great,  314,  1215,  1216. 

Grigg,  Rev.  Joseph,  428,  616. 

Gurney,  Rev.  John  Hampden,  288,  624. 

Guyon,  Madame  Jeanne  M.  B.  de  la  M.,  547,  1213. 

G.,  W.,  574. 

Hammond,  Rev.  William,  606,  981. 

Hanaford,  Mrs.  J.  H.,  1054. 

Hangford,  George  Washington,  1182. 

Hankey,  Miss  Kate,  1093. 

Hankinson,  Rev.  Thomas  Edwards,  257. 

Hardenberg,  Friedrich  von,  274. 

Harbaugh,  Rev.  Henry,  721,  1156. 

Harmer.  Rev.  Samuel  Young,  1408. 

Hart,  Rev.  Joseph,  223,  352,  361,  419,  483   900, 1015,1022. 

Hastings,  Thomas,  272,  414,  434,  450,  665,  729,  774,  1091, 

1123,  1126,  1247,  1248. 
Havergal.  Mtss  Frances  Ridley,  127,  592,  615,  6S0. 


Havekgal,  Rev.  William,  196. 
Haweis,  Rev.  Thomas,  267,  360,  40S,  714,  762. 
Hawkesworth,  John,  1204. 
Hayward,  947. 
Heath,  George,  630. 

Heber,  Bp.  Reginald,  183,  209,649,703,850,893,991,996 
1119,  1145,  1164,  1176,  1217,  1272, 1327, 1348,  1351, 1416, 
Heginbothom,  Rev.  Ottiwell,  91,  565. 
Hensel,  Miss  Luise,  390. 
Herbert,  Rev.  George,  753. 
Hermans,  Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea,  1281,  1316. 
Hermann,  Rev.  Johann  Gottfried,  705. 
Herrick,  Rev.  Robert,  792. 
Hill,  Rev.  Rowland,  409,  794,  1294,  1326. 
Hillhouse,  Abraham  Lucas,  557. 
Holmes,  Oliver  Wendell,  64. 
Hope,  Henry  Joy  McCracken,  737. 
Hopkins,  Rev.  Josiah,  413. 
Hopper,  Rev.  Edward,  819,  1148. 

How,  Rev.  Wm.  Walsham,  241,  243,  407,  92S,  1055,  1096 
Hunter,  Rev.  William,  718,  1387,  1388. 
Hupton,  Rev.  Job,  308. 
Hurn,  Rev.  William,  195. 
Hyde,  Mrs.  Ann  Beadley,  425,  867. 

Ingemann,  Bernhardt  Severin,  911. 
Irons,  Rev.  William  Josiah,  779,  1349. 

John  of  Damascus,  933. 

Johns,  Rev.  Henry  D.,  838. 

Jones,  Rev.  Edmund,  484. 

Joseph  of  the  Studium,  309,  713, 1411. 

Joyce,  Rev.  James,  1060,  1065. . 

Judkin,  Rev.  Thomas  James,  297. 

Jukes,  R.,  520. 

Keble,  Rev.  John,  342,  398,  756,  1029,  1199,  1253. 

Keith,  George,  709. 

Kelly.  Rev.  Thomas,  178,  221,  268,  271,  277,  302,  305,  306, 
3°7.  336,  550,  552,  618,  629,  657,  658,  663,  694,  834,  876, 
962,  982,  988,  993,  1079, 1083, 1084, 1099, 1105, 1128, 1129, 
1137,  1288. 

Kempthorne.  Rev.  John,  53. 

Ken,  Br.  Thomas,  1197,  1222. 

Kethe,  Rev.  William,  46. 

Key,  Francis  Scott,  535. 

King,  Rev.  Joshua,  1195. 

Kingsbury,  Rev.  William,  291, 

Kyle,  Rev.  R.W.,  368. 

Lange.  Ernest,  140. 
Laurenti,  Laurentius,  894. 
Lavater,  Rev.  Johann  Caspar,  567. 
Lee,  Richard,  534. 
Leeson,  Miss  Jane  E.,  357. 
Leland,  Rev.  John,  715,  1228. 

LlTTLEDALE,  REV.  RlCHARD  FREDERICK,  II44.  UjS. 

Lowry,  Rev.  Robert,  1389. 

Luther,  Martin,  184,  188,  842. 

Lynch,  Rev.  Thomas  Toke,  210,  373. 

Lyte,  Rev.  Henry  Francis,  44,  80,  96,  120,  153,  537,  610. 

611,  654,  687,  725,  765,  777,  924,  936, 956,  998,  1003,  ion, 

1024,  1043,  io95i  1286. 

Macduff,  Rev.  John  Robert,  1220. 

Mackay,  Mrs.  Margaret,  1292. 

Madan,  Rev.  Martin,  587,  606,  1340. 

Maglorianus,  Santolius,  10,  254. 

Mahmied,  S.  E.,  553. 

Maitland.  Miss  Fanny  Fuller,  586. 

Malan,  Rev.  Cesar  Hsnri  Abraham,  1302,  133a. 

Mant,  Bp.  Richard,  15,  500,  926,  1244,  1363. 

March,  Rev.  Daniel  1089. 

Mardley,  John,  454. 

Marriott,"Rev.  John,  3. 

Marsden,  Rev.  Joshua,  1097. 

Marshman,  Rev.  Joshua,  877. 

Mason,  Rev.  John,  358,  527,  781,  966,  968. 

Mason,  Rev.  William,  538. 

Massie,  Richard,  760,  1306. 

Matson,  Rev.  William  tidd,  556. 


Index   of    Authors  of   Hymns. 


4*3 


Maude,  Mrs.  Mary  Fawler,  880. 

McChevne,  Rev.  Robert  Murray,  681,  682,  711. 

MacKellar,  Thomas,  519,  1192. 

Medley,  Rev.  Samuel,  161,  282,  482,  575,  588. 

Meinhold,  Rev.  Wilhelm,  1303. 

Melrose,  1074. 

Merrick,  Rev.  James,  82,  994,  1309. 

Metrophanes  of  Smyrna,  26. 

Midlane,  Albert,  441. 

Millard,  Rev.  James  Elwin,  ii. 

Miller,  Rev.  William  Edward,  913. 

Mills,  Mrs.  Elizabeth,  731. 

Milman,  Rev.  Henry  Hart,  217,  790,  791. 

Milton,  John,  81,  1017. 

Monsell,  Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley,  578,  652,  716,  778, 

865,  1337- 

Montgomery,  James,  12,  35,  57,  67,  68,  72,  79,  137,  171, 
181,  204,  219,  222,  226,  249,  253,  349,  418,  462,  479,  573, 
620,  636,  641,  6S3,  695,  710,  808,  821,  840,  841,  845,  848, 
853,  878,  903,  906,  917,  964,  978,  1031,  1032,  1035,  1040, 
1067,  1075,  1108,  1122,  1141,  1167,  1170,  1177,  1185,  1237, 
1269, 1287,  1310,  1311,  1318,  1329,  1331,  1334, 1365, 1366. 

Moore,  Thomas,  66,  434,  811,  1282. 

Moravian  Collection,  5,  613,  617. 

Morrison,  Rev.  John,  157,  685. 

Moultrie,  Rev.  Gerard,  1308,  1343. 

Moultrie,  Rev.  John,  259. 

Muhlenberg,  Rev.  William  Augustus,  444,  871,  1285. 

Neale,  Rev.  John  Mason,  26,  193,  213,  285,  308,  309,  436, 
491,  546,  673,  713,  833,  922,  923,  933,  1020,  1050,  1161, 
1171, 1229,  1280,  1344,  1352,  1364,  1375,  1376,  1377, 13781 
1379,  1411. 

Needham,  Rev.  John,  144,  920. 

Nelson,  Rev.  David,  1264. 

Nettleton,  Rev.  Asahel,  523. 

Nettleton's  Village  Hymns,  1074. 

Nevin,  Rev.  Edwin  H.,  591,  667. 

Newman,  Rev.  John  Henry,  663,  1209. 

Newton,  Rev.  John,  256,  270,  323,  455,  476,  504,  517,  522, 
529,  544,  581,  600,  678,  686,  719,  823,  825,  831,  832,  909, 
943,  953,  979,  Io63.  1261,  1341. 

New  York  Dutch  Reformed  Collection  of  Psalms, 
661. 

Noel.  Hon.  and  Rev.  Gerard  Thomas,  904. 

Noel's  Sf.lection,  1007. 

Occum,  Rev.  Sampson,  523. 
Olivers,  Rev.  Thomas,  1385,  1386. 
Ondcrdonk,  Bp.  Henry  Ustick,  442,  870,  1110. 

Pal,  Krishnoo,  877. 

Palgkave,  Francis  Turner,  1203. 

Palmer,  Rev.  Ray,  232,  314,  318,  374,  383,  493,  530,  560, 

728,  860,  873,  888,  895,  932,  1113,  1136,  1215,  1216,  1262, 

1401,  1414. 
Park,  Rev.  Roswell,  907. 
Pahr,  Miss  Harriet,  1239. 
Peabody,  Rev.  William  Bourn  Oliver,  1284. 
Perronet.  Rev.  Edward,  329. 
Peters,  Mrs.  Mary  Bowly,  672. 
Pierpont,  Rev.  John,  986. 
Pierson,  Rev.  Arthur'Tappan,  1151. 
Pirie,  Rev.  Alexander,  324. 
Plumptre,  Rev.  Edward  Hayes,  166,  211. 
Pope,  Alexander,  1125. 
Pratt's  Collection,  264. 
Prentiss,  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Payson,  736. 
Procter,  Rev.  James,  526. 
Prudentius,  Aurelius  Clemens,  169. 

Raffles,  Rev.  Thomas,  473,  813,  1367. 

Rawson,  George,  333,  376,  794. 

Reed,  Rev.  Andrew,  179,  343,  370,  494,  539. 

Ringwaldt,  Rev.  Bartholomew,  1347. 

Rinkart,  Rev.  Martin,  1149. 

Robert  II.,  King  of  France,  374,  382. 

Robertson,  Rev.  William,  866. 

Robinson,  George,  829. 

Robinson,  Rev.  Robert,  167,  16S,  536. 

RoRibON,  Rev.  Gilbert,  1028. 


Rosenroth,  Christian  Knorr  von,  957,  1027. 
Rothe,  Rev.  John  Andrew,  289. 
Russell,  Rev.  Arthur  Tozer,  149,  188,  239,  375. 
Ryland,  Rev.  John,  626,  739,  797. 

Sabbath  Hymn-Book,  173,  818,  910. 

Saffery,  Mrs.  Maria  Grace,  1018,  1178. 

Salisbury  Collection,  176. 

Sandys,  George,  1004. 

Schaff,  Rev.  Philip,  896. 

Schenk,  Rev.  Heinrich,  Theodor,  1395. 
J  Schmolke,  Rev.  Benjamin,  294,  767. 
I  Scott,  Miss  Elizabeth,  948,  1087. 

Scott,  Rev.  Thomas,  263. 
-  Scott,  Sir  Walter,  119,  1350. 
[  Seagrave,  Rev.  Robert,  726. 

Sears,  Rev.  Edmund  Hamilton,  158,  159. 

Selina,  Countess  of  Huntington,  781,  1346. 
1  Shepherd,  Mrs.  Anne  Houlditch,  1194. 

Shirley,  Hon.  and  Rev.  Walter,  435,  963. 

Shrubsole,  William,  Jr.,  99,  1069,  1102. 
1  Sigourney,  Mrs.  Lydia  Howard  Huntley,  354. 
!  Silesius,  Johann  Angelus,  545,  570,  580,  886. 
!  Simpson,  Mrs.  Jane  Cross  Bell,  1146. 
I  Singleton,  Robert  Corbet,  298. 
I  Smith,  Mrs.  Caroline  Sprague,  1242. 
j  Smith,  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Lee,  567. 

Smith,  Rev.  Samuel  Francis,  414,  1008,  1104,  1124,  113a, 
1165,  1333. 

Spitta,  Rev.  Carl  Johann  Philipp,  760,  1306. 
!  Stammers,  Joseph,  671. 

Stanley,  Rev.  Arthur  Penrhyn,  212,  287. 

Steele,  Miss  Anne,  85,  125,  284,  367,  396,  432,  447,  448, 
456,  503,  690,  698,  761,  764,  817,  869,  1224,  1300,  1313, 
1398. 

Stennett,  Rev.  Joseph,  595,  940. 

Stennett,  Rev.  Samuel,  180,  246,  451,  561,  903,  937,  989, 
1402. 

Stephen  of  St.  Sabas,  436. 

Sterling,  Rev.  John,  65. 

Sternhold,  Thomas,  128. 

Stocker,  John,  369. 

Stone,  Rev.  Samuel  John,  929. 

Stowell,  Rev.  Hugh,  iooo,  10S5. 

Strong,  Rev.  Nathan,  1152. 

Swain,  Rev.  Joseph,  540,  646,  914,  961,  1357. 

Tappan,  Rev.  William  Bingham,  220,  1382,  1383. 

Tate  and  Brady,  39,  47,  73,  100,  101,  103,  114,  122,  132, 

134,  136,  141,  142,  300,  458,  687,  782,  976,  1059,  1157. 
Tate  and  Brady's  Supplement,  24,  25,  160,  261. 
Taylor,  Miss  Jane,  1180,  1188. 
Tersteegen,  Gerhard,  477,  542,  548,  704,  992,  997. 
Theoctistus  of  the  Studium,  491. 
Theodore  of  the  Studium,  1352. 
Theodulph,  Bp.  of  Orleans,  218. 
Thomas  of  Celano,  1349,  1350. 
Thompson,  Rev.  Alexander  Ramsay,  273,  7S0. 
Thomson,  Rev.  John,  130. 
Thring,  Rev.  Godfrey,  182. 
Thrupp,  Miss  Dorothy  Ann,  1186,  1190,  1191. 
Thrupp,  Rev.  Joseph  Francis,  201. 
Todi,  Jacoponi  da,  250. 
Toke,  Mrs.  Emma,  278. 
Toplady,  Rev.  Augustus  Montague,  191,  228,  248,  310, 

499,  525,  566,  691,  692,  693,  1210,  1211,  1279,  1317. 
Tritton,  Joseph,  1033. 
Turner,  Rev.  Daniel,  295,  492,  983. 
Tuttie-tt,  Rev.  Laurence,  644. 
Twf.lls,  Rev.  Henry,  1214. 

Unknown  Author,  162,  214,  261,  362,  380,  384,  437,  54C, 
577,  5S2,  633,  75S,  789,  799,  804,  828,  833,  863,  S83,  895, 
S96,  1007,  1026,  1183.  1233,  1342,  1363,  1372,  1393. 

Unknown  Spanish  Author,  1009. 

Upham,  Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell,  805,  815,1047,1057,1206, 

Van  Alstyne,  Mrs.  Fanny  Jane  Crosby,  488. 
Vaughan,  Henry,  1380. 
vlctorinus,  santolius,  197,  iooi. 
Voke,  Mrs.,  856,  1068,  1070,  1100. 


4H 


Tndex  of    Authors   of   Hymns. 


Walker,  Mrs.  Mary  Jane,  498. 

Wallace,  Rev.  John  Airman,  812. 

Ward  law,  Rev.  Ralph,  549,  941,  1071, 

Waring,  Miss  Anna  Laetitia.  759,  806. 

Watts,  Rev.  Isaac,  4,  20,  21,  28,  37,  38,  40,  41,  43,  45,  48 
49,  5°,  51,  52,  5S,  59,  60,  61,  62,  74,  76,  84,  86,  87,  88 
89,  93,  94,  95,  97,  102,  104,  105,  106,  107,  108,  115,  118 
121,  129,  131,  133,  135,  138,  139,  143,  147,  150,  151,  156 
189,  200,  202,  230,  234,  235,  237,  245,  283,  299,  313,  315 
320,  321,  322,  326,  330,  331,  355,  359,  363,  386,  392,  393 
394,  399,  4°°,  4°3,  4°4,  421,  429,  445,  446,  449,  46°,  4°5 
466,  467,  480,  511,  514,  558,  602,  605,  607,  621,  623,  625 
65°,  631,  655,  656,  688,  699,  701,  723,  738,  740,  744,  745 
747,  748,  749,  75°,  754,  766,  783,  7S6,  809,  814,  836,  837 
843,  851,  858,  862,  884,  885,  889,  890,  901,  919,  934,  939 
942,  944,  940,  95°,  95',  960,  969,  972,  973,  974,  975,  977 
g34,  985,  987,  990,  1010,  1023,  1036,  1066, 1072,  1109, 1112 
1115,  IIS8,  1159,  1169,  1198,  1200,  1207,  1223,  1227, 1234 
1235,  1250,  1252,  1254,  1271,  1277,  1289,  1295,  1296,  1321 
1322,  1324,  1359,  1360,  1361,  1374,  1384,  1397,  1400,  1403 
1404,  1405,  1407. 

Webb,  Rev.  Benjamin,  830. 

Weisse,  Rev.  Michael,  265. 

Weissel,  Rev.  George,  152. 

Wesley,  Rev.  Charles,  2,  22,  23,  31,  32,  36,  71,  165,  170, 
175,  242,  260,  279,  280,  286,  319,  334,  338,  345,  346,  347, 
372,  379,  385,  3S8,  410,  416,  417,  426,  427,  433,  440,  468, 
469,  470,  471,  472,  485,  489,  490,  495,  505,  509,  510,  513, 
521,  528,  569,  583,  584,  589,  628,  631,  632,  637,  638,  676, 
677,  696,  724,  733,  741,  742,  743,  746,  751,  752,  755,  796, 
822,  824,  852,  855,  868,  892,  915,  916,  918,  958,  980,1006, 
1073,  1098,  1131,  1135,  1201,  1259,  1260,  1304,  1319,1320, 
*336i  *34°»  1345,  1353.  1368,  1369,  1371,  1406. 


Wesley,  Rev.  John,  48,  140,  283,  289,  339,  472,  570,  571 

704,  775,  803,  992,  997,  1009,  1225. 
Wesley,  Rev.  Samuel,  231. 
Whately,  Abp.  Richard,  1217. 
White,  Henry  Kirke,  92,  113,  187,  586,  1236,  1273. 
Whitfield,  Rev.  Frederick,  757. 
Whiting,  William,  1142. 
Whvtehead,  Rev.  Thomas,  258. 
Williams,  Rev.  Benjamin,  70. 
Williams  and  Boden's  Collection,  1372. 
Williams,  Miss  Helen  Maria,  124. 
Williams,  Rev.  Isaac,  224,  1049. 
Williams,  Rev.  Peter,  662, 
Williams,  Rev.  William,  662,  1081. 
Willis,  Nathaniel  Parker,  1034. 
Wingrove,  John,  533. 
Winkworth,  Miss  Catherine,  152,  163,  265,  274, 294,  390, 

391,  542,  543,  634,  °79,  7°5,  886,  1027,  1149,  1150,  1303, 

1392. 
Winslow,  Miss  Margaret  Elizabeth,  240. 
Wolcott,  Rev.  Samuel,  1086. 
Wolfe,  Rev.  Aaron  Robarts,  891. 
Wordsworth,  Bp.  Christopher,  14,  311,  312,  377,  875 

931,  1042,  1391. 
Wrangham,  William,  83. 

Xavier,  Francis,  596. 

Young,  Rev.  William,  1328. 

ZlNZENDORF,  NlCOLAUS  LuDWIG,  669. 


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